Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140715052447/@comment-24481083-20140716012441

Gloves. Check.

Weapons. Check.

Ammunition....check.

Cigarette? Check.

The night was a blank canvas of dark blue, dotted with a myriad of stars that shone their glimmering lives away, the city's air sharp and tangy. From the rooftop of a local hotel, Ceru smoked silently, binoculars zoomming away onto the outline of the warehouse. Somewhere in his mind, his instructions were being read as he observed a man leaving the building, cane in hand.

Preforator at his side, he bent down, setting the binoculars away and picking up the Preforator, extending it's butt and flicking off the safety. While he had no intention to kill the target yet he had still one more objective to complete. Slapping a full Track Mag and chambering a round, he made his way onto the street and doused his cigarette, lest its glow give him away as he slowly made his way towards the building, hidden by the shadows.

He froze near the edge of the building, when he spotted a girl in black attire. His senses twitched in the back of his head...Something was wrong...deliciously wrong...