As the gang of vigilantes chatted amongst themselves, Ninja slowly and purposefully made his silent way down to the ground level. In a surprisingly soft voice thick with a Japanese accent which is slightly muffled by the full face mask of his ninja outfit, "The Green Skull is running late. He will be here shortly." Ninja looked around at the nine other vigilantes that had arrived. "There were to be more of you. Guess not everyone wants to be part of the future that the Skull has planned. Hmmm."

As Hannibal's 6'7" frame walked into the warehouse, the 5'4" Ninja called out to him, "You're late. So is Green Skull, so it will be accepted this time." He turned back to the rest of the vigilantes, who's attention he had garnered by then, "There are folding chairs through that door right over there. Someone get twelve of them and let us get this started. The Skull will be along shortly."

Ninja took the offered chair from whomever offered it, opened it up and sat down in it. After waiting for the rest of the vigilantes to settle down, he began talking again, "You may call me Ninja. Green Skull asked me to arrange you getting his letter, so I did. What he asks, he gets, especially when he's asking you in your home. Begin by telling everyone about who your masks are. I don't think the Skull wants your personal identities shared, but we should get to know what you do, what you are called, and what type of criminals you target. I am Ninja, stealth and melee master, and I target rapists and murderers. I also have no problems killing. Now, share." He looked around at everyone expectantly, waiting to see who was brave enough to begin to share.