Later that day (Approximately 1:30 AM)...
Collective HQ
The moon hanged high in the darkened sky, accompanied by many stars. Inside the mansion, it was quiet, then suddenly, it was not anymore as a voice cracked over the mansion's intercom.
"Wakey, wakey, it's time to commence the mission, everyone meet just outside of the mansion, in the front lawn. Gather all of your needed equipment. Make sure you are prepared for the cold, dark night." Then the intercom buzzed off as the people inside moved around. On the front lawn, right as the intercom speaker said, the Collective met, Jack, Mistress, Shaman and Big Z, all in various forms of attire. The recruits emerged from the mansion as well.
Jack stepped forward, in his usual fine attire, the only difference was that he now wore a different suit along with a bulletproof vest visible underneath his suit jacket. A pistol sat in a holster on his hip, the ever evident mask on his face. He spoke to all around him.
"Hello again, friends. For the new members, this is your first taste of action beside your Collective brethren. Do not fear though, we are all in this together." He nodded, then rose a hand in the air, right afterwards a helicopter appeared, speeding towards them, a large searchlight on it which shined onto the Collective group as it descended, landing a short distance away. Shaman approached it, a submachine gun hung around his front. He pulled open the side door, revealing seats, enough room for all of the Collective personal to fit inside.
"I should first inform you of the actual mission. We are going to 'visit' a prison and take some of our wrongfully incarcerated people from inside of it. We must leave no trace of our visit though." Jack said as he walked towards it, Mistress next to him, Z behind both, two submachine guns slung around the front of the massive man.
"Hope none of you have a fear of flying. If you do, then too bad. Just don't look down." Shaman cracked at the group of recruits, a smile on his face as he said it, then entered the front of the helicopter, sitting next to the pilot.
Jack entered the vehicle next, he extended a hand to Mistress who grabbed it with a smile. She had ditched her high heels and dress in favor of a black jumpsuit with combat boots. Of course she still had on pounds of makeup and an expensive hairstyle.
Z climbed in right afterwards, for a moment it wasn't certain the big man could fit in the vehicle, but he managed to, squeezing his massive form onto the seat right next to Jack. Adjusting his long trench coat as he sat.