the HUD flashes red underneath its sunglasses, scanning the crowd. it briefly wonders how subtle it actually is; it has received several questioning glances. LOGICAL. it stands 6.8 inches taller, on average, than those hustling through the intersection. its attire – black on black on black – fits the prejudiced “this guy means trouble” trope. nothing to be done about that, now. it was all that was available.
/// FACIAL RECOGNITION : : : 100.0% MATCH.
and it’s on the move in a split second, sifting through the mass of people towards its target. it doesn’t take long before it’s behind its intended prey, stone-faced, unseen. ❛ ––– connor lee ? ❜