[color=7bcdc8][h1]Wraith[/h1][/color]

An orphanage? Really? Wraith hoped that there was a good reason for this, and it wasn't just some kind of sick joke. Complaining wouldn't help her standing with the group at all, and she got the feeling that Ditch already didn't like her very much. Not that that was Wraith's problem. Ditch, and the rest of the group, would just have to sort out their creative differences. She'd find a way to work around them for now, although she probably wouldn't get away with any of her more direct methods. With that in mind, she checked her pockets and smiled when her hand closed around a small glass vial. [color=7bcdc8]I can do less direct.[/color]

She switched off her phone. It didn't seem likely that she'd get any more messages concerning the case, meaning that the only person likely to message her would be her dad shouting at her for being out of the house. Nothing of any use. Speaking of useless, her sense of direction had fallen apart. She knew she was late by now, but there was no rush. The upside of not being trusted by her teammates was that they wouldn't start without her, seeing as they probably wanted to keep track of her actions. She had to be close by now though. Really, with the amount of time she'd spent walking around she should have found it by now just through random chance. Ahh, well, she'd give it another ten minutes. Not like she was going to ask anyone for directions. She didn't want to deal with witnesses, and she couldn't just eliminate innocent people for seeing her face.

Sure enough, she soon found the orphanage, managing to avoid running into anyone that asked questions. She'd not even been distracted by her job, which was surprising. Perhaps the criminals just weren't coming out today. It seemed possible that they were ignoring her, which was annoying. Incredibly annoying, much like most of the people she had to work with. No use in procrastinating any longer, so she headed to their meeting place.

Sure enough, it seemed like most of them were here. She wasn't as late as she thought though, getting in right after Ecto. Good thing too. She'd have hated to miss a chance to face off against another super. Especially one with powers so similar to her own, it seemed interesting. Even if she didn't get a proper fight out of it, she loved a good chase. It was always more fun when they ran away.

She walked towards the group with a smile. Time for her to at least try to act friendly. She knew Ditch was suspicious of her, to say the least, but she didn't know how many of the other vigilantes had figured her out. No harm in trying to maintain a good impression for as long as possible. [color=7bcdc8]"Hey there!"[/color] she said cheerfully, fixing her mask onto her face. [color=7bcdc8]"Am I late? Sorry if I am! I'm sure you all missed me just as much as I missed you."[/color] Sure, that really meant not at all, but who were they to know that. She followed this up with a cheerful smile, as though she was just too shallow and stupid to grasp the seriousness of their task.

Ugh. Wraith hated this airheaded persona, but it normally seemed to work to hide her motivations. No reason to trouble the average citizen or weak-willed vigilante with her need to eliminate the lawbreakers, and who would suspect it of someone that appeared so shallow? At least her acting skills were helping out with something, as long as no-one picked up on it. She was trying to avoid eye contact with Ditch especially. A few words from the hacker could quite easily ruin the charade. Still, Wraith planned to keep her word. No unnecessary accidents.

Such a shame that all the 'accidents' she'd caused were very much necessary.