Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20160627220231/@comment-5426254-20160629045342

"Agent Doyle Birch."

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Today's your lucky day. I have an assignment for you." --- St. Selene's, Vale - Present Day

Doyle, inside his custom winter coat, stylized like formalwear, sighed as he observed from a rooftop, searching for any sightings.

"Keep watching. There must be a pattern here."

What he was referring to were the seven custom-fitted Enforcer automatons that accompanied him. What separated them from the factory models were the fact that they had in their possession, a numbered high-tech mask -

-and the fact that Doyle recently ordered reinforced armor-plating underneath their synthetic skin from Kronos, just for this special occasion.

A couple of the machines walked around on the streets, while two more stood on the other rooftops. One observed from a nearby cafe, and the last two strolled around in separate cars, staking out the entire area.

All seven of them wore stylish, woolen overcoats to blend in with the local populace. The cold didn't bother them too much.

"Unit 1 reporting. Suspected individual on the street. Standby, ready to engage."

"Negative. Unit 4, status?"

"Sector clear."

"Unit 4, change rooftop location and observe the targets at the following coordinates."

Doyle sighed as he continued to observe. He was under contract to hunt down a mystical weapon, something that took him a great deal of time and patience.

Since the weapon was associated with ice, he had first considered the possibility that it would be in villages surrounding Atlas due to the icy climate and the mountainous geography.

Having visited the villages several times before, he decided he found nothing remotely related to the legend and moved on - besides, he was now a wanted man in Atlas.

His next location were the villages north of Vale, because of their closer direction to Atlas, which led him to St. Selene's - there was something that he could possibly link together, with an odd string of murders in five consecutive nights.

Of course, he watched the feed that Unit 1 had given him, and had taken note of the individual in question -

- who now appeared to disappear into ice and mist.

Must be a Semblance, Doyle mused as he continued to lie in wait.

"Unit 5 reporting. Second individual, heading to a nearby inn."

"All units, maintain position. Be discreet."

Doyle sighed as he proceeded to discreetly head down off the rooftop and inconspicuously walk on the street to the inn. There was nothing found so far, so he would force himself to go to the inn to look for information related to the matter.

- and risk being noticed by the local authorities, let alone the two themselves.

The mission required a great deal of concentration, patience, and flexibility - something that Doyle would force himself to use and get out of his comfort zones - he had to put his best foot forward and focus on retrieving the weapon, no matter what it took from him...