Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20160627220231/@comment-5426254-20160813220428

"Remember your training, Agent Birch."

"Always prepare an exit strategy. If you can't expect the unexpected, then improvise as much as you need to in order to succeed - and live to tell the tale."

Those were the words that his superiors have told him as he trained under them.

It still applied, whether or not the mission was an assassination, a snatch-and grab, an escort mission, and so on.

And now it applied more than ever. The police were now congregating on the scene of the crime and the last thing he wanted to do was risk his cover, tipping Atlas off to his current status and getting in his way, at the very least.

So now, he had to figure out an exit strategy of his own right now, if he wanted to not get caught.

Thankfully, Valka's actions had drew most of the heat towards her. It was convenient, because he had something remotely plausible as a lead, not to mention the fact that no one thus far had drawn serious attention to him and his mission.

Even moreso if it turned out she was the one behind the murders, though he wasn't going to rule out the possibility of the murderer being someone else.

But there was bound to be a few cops that still stayed, with the possibility of backup arriving very shortly, thanks to Valka being the prime suspect.

First, he decided to not raise any more suspicion. He immediately walked up to the cops, preparing to answer a question that they had ...

... and then pulling out a cellphone.

"Pardon me, blokes, but mind if I make this bloody call for a sec?"

As he turned around to discreetly make the call, he dialled the numbers and started the next phase.

"Yes? I need some help around here."

In low whispers, the signal was given. Close by, gunshots were heard in the surrounding streets. Soon, the remaining officers would be diverted, leaving the woman alone with himself, Valka, and the other passerbys, as the shooters would continue firing periodically, while trying to run away discreetly.

When he faced the woman again, he noticed a strange device hanging from the back of her collar - a microphone. He quietly picked it off and clutched it in his fist.

Looks like she's bugged to try and catch me, or one of us, maybe that girl, wants answers too.

"So, ma'am, were you here when the victim ... "

He had already ruled out the possibility of a death by brute force, which meant that it took some kind of surgical precision to kill the victim in such a manner. Perhaps something ice-based was used, considering the cold temperature of the shop and the entire town. Was it possible that some kind of icy internal explosion occurred?

But that would come later, because once Doyle had confirmation about the murderer's profile, he could hunt them down and be one step closer to finding what he was looking for...