Twilight never underestimated a target once it was assigned to him. It wasn't often that he was assigned a specific person and told to "destroy" them. Actually, that word had never been used at all in terms of "dealing" with a specific target. His role had always been intelligence gathering, never...never "destroying". This must be serious if they were asking this of him and though he had never questioned WISE before (okay, maybe when he was told to have a family a week before the Eden Interviews), this particular mission felt different from the rest.
Nightfall was also partnered with him on this mission, and she was only ever brought on for missions that required a different...intensity than him.
His first order of business was to find the target. This was relatively easy as they were selling their services as a "ghost remover" or "spirit healer". Not a business that Twilight was particularly familiar with, but he supposed that someone stealing money from those who believed in such things may also befriend some dangerous people on both sides of the Westalis and Ostania cold war. Upon leaving the hospital, he left a note on the front desk for Nightfall whenever she was done helping Anya. Anxiety pooled in his stomach, though none of it was about the upcoming mission. He wondered if Anya was okay and if this mission were to go wrong...would she be okay after? Sure, she had Yor to look after her, but all of their assets were under his fake name and there is no way that could last very long.
It had been a while since he had been nervous like this.
Twilight found a disguise that worked for him, an elderly-looking man with a cane and a hunch on his back. No one would be able to recognize him now. He even had a short backstory for the man that he was going to become for this mission. Loid Forger, beloved family man, would have to be put on hold until he got this other mission situated. Enter Steven Belhem, an elderly man haunted by the ghost of his recently deceased friend. He would have Nightfall follow up with a similar story and from there, they could make a plan of attack.
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It wasn't hard to find the building this man was performing his strange business out of. It was out of a repurposed almost temple-like building at the edge of the city. Twilight slowly made his way up the steps, feeling eyes on him from the moment that he set foot on the property. He was used to the feeling of being watched, but this was definitely different than what he was used to. No cameras or physical places where the eyes seemed to be peering from...but still the sensation lingered. When he reached the door, he leaned heavily on the cane he had picked up along the way for his disguise. There was a feeling, deep inside of his gut that was yelling for him to leave. He had gone on missions much more perilous than this, and yet the feeling he had right now had never been this strong.
"Well hello, sir. Are you lost?" A syrupy voice asked behind him.
A regular person would have jumped nearly out of their skin when surprised in the way that he was. But this was Twilight. A spy without a name. He slowly turned with a smile that wrinkled uncomfortably against his face.
"Oh, no. I am looking to get a-a spirit removed. It's been causing me a lot of pain," Twilight said making his voice sound frail and weak.
The man in front of him, his target as he had researched on his way here, was larger than he had anticipated. Maybe it was the robe that so made him so obviously an outsider in this city, or the wide toothy smile that didn't reach his eyes, or the long scar stretching across his forehead. Something about his man was not quite...right.
"A spirit, you say?" The man purred, looking Loid up and down as if he were sizing up a meal. Chills ran down the spy's back.
"Yes," Twilight said, turning slightly and making sure to exaggerate his movements as elderly and weak. His target, Suguru Geto, looked him up and down, not moving any closer to open the door for him. Twilight decided it was time to put on some charm as the elderly character that he was playing.
