He smiled his smile as he watched them separate. Atticus is the one who would be the leader. Yes, that was right. The one that was the easiest to take away, however. He followed the boy through the crowds easily. He was tall and proud in his youth.

Really they all would be easy to follow if they kept using the materials that were provided by MASK. This part of the assignment was not as interesting as the talking dogs. The talking, lying dogs. Dogs can lie. He liked learning.

Ah, there was a mistake. The boy has walked into a corridor with only two exits. Should he separate them now? No, that was not as much fun as watching them.

He walked into the mens' room and shut himself in a stall. He would choose proper business attire for this next leg of the journey.

In less than 2 minutes he leaned down to tie the lace of his wing-tip. He had shaved and looked nearly presentable. The opened the stall door to see the boy, Atticus standing at the sinks.

He smiled his smile. Maybe it was time to separate the little group. He washed his hands in the sink next to the boy and smiled his smile. He look at his nearly presentable self. Yes, it was time.