As usual Xama is standing there frustrated infront of the huge screens displayed with plans, frustrated from the lack of Intel of Anonymous, the pro hero that had caught his attention. You're running back 'n forth desperately looking for any files or information on the hero.

"Darling, have you found anything on that imbecile yet?"

He spoke in that smooth voice, looking over his shoulder at you. You knew he was actually frustrated beneath that all charm.