So now was the time for words, as opposed to actions. The alien silently swooped past, landing in the warehouse, landing behind cover so that he wouldn't get hit immediately. His lip folded over in contemplation, up until one of them noticed his presence - and since he wasn't wearing his disguise (of course not, an alien was accepted without question into a gang), one of them was mildly unnerved and almost alerted the others to his presence.
That meant he had to die. The alien used his PAK legs to grapple onto the man, wrapping a metallic leg around his mouth to keep him from screaming, and eventually tightening the one around him so it broke a few bones, a sadistic grin on his face. But the sound of CRACK had been more than enough to alert people - though luckily, he'd prepared for that, too. Swallowing inwardsly, he dropped the corpse, tossing it at the other members, before swooping up and hanging onto the ceiling, a jet pack - spiderleg combo. Alright. He'd have to take this carefully.
So what were the rest of them all doing? He wasn't sure. But he was certainly doing something, hmph. He'd just have to avoid killing the ones that looked important - that had been something the boss had stressed without question. Though exactly what that meant was up to question - important in what way? How could you tell? They're all dressed like typical hyoomans, and it's annoying. So it was best supposing that he'd have to take a wild guess as to who was important, and who wasn't, and have to work with the rest of them on that idea.