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He smelled like fried food. And it wasn’t because he had a delicious meal, either. He had just gotten off work, and since his damn landlord had kicked him out because of his sleeping habits, the only option he had left, other than a park bench, that is, was to make his way over the the headquarters where he had an extra set of clothes and some soap to wash off his greasy self. So he walked in the direction of the headquarters, taking out his sketchbook as he walked and quick drawing some trees and passengers as he got on the bus. The ride wasn’t too long, and he got off soon enough, walking the block further to the building that housed the headquarters. He took out his key and went inside.
The elevator was on a higher floor, so he grabbed a mint from the front desk as he waited, swinging his backpack onto the other shoulder and thinking about the past few weeks. They were...well actually, they were relatively okay. There was no impending sense of doom, yet, no prison bars, no homelessness for the most part. It could be that this villain gig would finally mean that Felix could shake of the debt and finally start his life over. Of course there was no guarantee, but that didn’t seem so bad now.
The elevator door opened on the villain’s floor, and Felix walked out into more commotion than he was expecting. Several heads turned to look at him, and he immediately tensed up. Ferral and Cinder seemed to be on the defensive, and as Felix looked around, he found several unfamiliar faces standing in the main living space. These people didn't look like the usual band of miscreants he had seen in the headquarters before, although they did look a little worse for wear. He moved off to the nearest corner, and found that one of the faces, a man who seemed like he had been hurt, looked more familiar than the others. Felix took a step towards him, trying to place him in his mind, and found that he seemed to remind Felix of a man he had conversed with in the park once after sketching him. He was rather proud of that sketch, actually.
“Uh...Spence, was it?” he asked, directing his tentative question at the man. He looked around again then focused on Cinder. “What the hell is going on here?”