Rain Ghoul

So far so good on the repair job. His head has been constantly on a swivel during the work. When he saw another diver approaching, he feigned unawareness. A syringe, or tranquilizer dart, whatever, is jabbed into his neck, and he faked panic, yanking the offending drug administrator out, looking at it, and glaring at the diver for a moment, before faking unconsciousness– a skill he’s gained over these twelve years. He remains still and faint as he’s collected, and moved onto docks for transport. The docks are empty, save for a single elite guardsman, and he waits for a moment for the right time, before he rises and approaches the guard. He isn’t noticed for about five minutes until he speaks out of boredom. “Really? How did you get this far if you can’t even recognize you’re about to die?” He sneers, smirking with a chuckle as the guard turns to him, panicked and pointing his gun, before ██████ picks him up with his claws digging into his body and smashes the gun in one powerful hand, before pausing in thought. “What should I do with you? I’ve never killed anyone before.”  He hums tauntingly, tilting his head with his head fins twitching with amusement from the panic. He moves his third hand up to the guard’s torso and eyes it for a moment before driving his claws across the guard’s throat. A cry is cut off by gargling as blood pours from a long, wide wound. ██████ throws the dying guard down, and huffs a laugh, unclipping weapon and supplies holders and investigating what the guard has. He quickly discovers a keycard, and a twisted smile crosses his face. “Well, thank you for not paying attention and failing at your job.” He chuckles while glaring down at the guard, now in the last few seconds of his life. ██████ finds a button to open the doors to the submarine as it arrives at a dock. He is surprised to see no one, save for moving staff, and he grins. The plan is working out perfectly.