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Really, this bullying that some of the students did against others for stupid reasons - like simply because they were Faunus, or only because one didn't do that good in some previous task - was very, very frustrating to see. Pyrrha had spoken up against such actions before when she saw them in the happening, even went in and tried to stop what was going on, but often, there just was no stopping these people.

        ❝ Lot’s of people hide here, ❞   Hiroe breathes, the words leaving her easier than they probably should have.    ❝ Can’t say I blame them,  or you.  It’s.. pretty bad out there right now, y’know? ❞

Hiroe hands him a mug, still warm with the stew she’d been making for her and her sister.    ❝ You shouldn’t make it so obvious that you’re different, though.. Just sayin’. ❞

ShinRa must really think her a fucking dunce.  A real country bumpkin.  Sure, they sent a no-name, someone she wouldn’t recognize to strike up the deal.  It’s obvious they weren’t going to send a SOLDIER to commission someone to do the company’s dirty work.  The shifter has a healthy distrust of them, but a paycheck is a paycheck, and this one job would set her up for months.

It’s unusual, she thinks, for them to come to her of all people for this.  It must not be something of top priority.  Surely ShinRa has their own assassins for those they truly need killed asap.  They hadn’t even bothered to give her a deadline.  Just a brief description of her target.  A man near her age with an identification tattoo on his neck CT-7567.

The mercenary makes her way above ground from beneath the plate, having finished gathering her intel on her latest target to straddle her bike and make her way to the last place he’d been spotted.

Keen sapphire eyes spot him after hours of searching.  Her petite frame comes in handy, making it easy for her to weave her way through the crowd of people.  To get close enough to pinpoint his scent from the crowd and follow stalk him.  Nikki bides her time, following behind him until she spots her opportunity.

He’s passing an alleyway, and the few feet between them is easily covered with the barest use of her inhuman speed.  Knocking him to the alleyway, the brunette makes to pin him to the wall, drawing one of her daggers.  She aims to strike, but pauses when she sees the cloth tied about his eyes.

“Would you look at that sky?”

Darkness. The clouds looked angry, as though a storm was soon to blow over. It made her uncomfortable, as stormy clouds usually did. But such was the nature of the weather.

|| The first brave soul to let me doodle their muse.