To: Teen Titans From: Loki When: February 15th, after this. (Little backdated)
Cho had done a very good job of integrating the security of the hideouts in such a way that they couldn't trace to each other. It also had the advantage of the teens knowing if the first one was being encroached on by someone who didn't belong there.
This particular person was dressed in his Asgardian clothing and headgear, making him quite recognizable. If that were not enough, the voice and grin made him a dead ringer for the young God of Mischief.
"Good afternoon, young heroes! Tis I, Loki. I see you have moved! Prudent choice. I also see that Spree is likely not allowed to converse with me any longer. Also prudent choice, if a little disappointing. I quite liked her.
"But to business. There is a matter of a civilian in danger that I think would interest you. Very life-dangery type stuff with an innocent bystander. Right up your alley. You types do lurk in alleys, yes? The challenge in this is that it's out in the open." Loki turned his phone to show the GPS of the private airport. "The other challenge to this is that I can't call who I normally would. Breaks the rules of the game and the innocent bystander's neck. You understand. So I need people who can move in fast when they need to.
"Now, normally I would just go in and meet the three people's demands, buuuuuut I'm afraid once I do that, they're going to plant both of us in the dirt minus a pulse. They've no reason not to and a few reasons to do so. I'd like to not be dead, so if you will let me try to separate the bystander from them first, should leave you all in the clear to mop up our bad guys. Preferably before they mop me up.
"By the way, the bad guys are Asgardians. That's not a problem, is it?" He smiled cheekily. "I shall see you there. You have my number. Call me maybe."