"Спускаемся вниз для двойной проверки. Подожди... (Heading downstairs for a double check. Hold on...)"
[Commonwealth Ave, Quezon City]
[10:49 PM - August 5, 2016]
When night came, darkness covered the sky like a sheet of blanket. The gust of wind blows past the dust. Structures maintain themselves in a stabilized state. Highways bustle with traffic as trucks and cars carry on. The moon behind the clouds cast a pale light over the land as the honks and roaring engines make the rounds on each passing.
Gang conflicts and ongoing civil wars aside, this area can feel mundane; a sense of normality that Quezon is able to achieve through neutrality...
... even with a facade.
"Да, лейтенант. Мост безопасен. У нас дела налажены. (Yes, lieutenant. The bridge is secure. We got things tight.)"
But for this night, something big is about to go down.
Upon walking down the stairs, the gangster hops down to the surface and shines his light around the empty sidewalk. He ventures toward the bus stop nearby when a civilian freight truck passes, puffing out smoke from its exhaust and catching him off guard.
"Bah..." he coughs harshly, wiping his nose while waving his gun around, finger still on the trigger.
A muffled chatter emits from his earpiece.
"В чем дело? (What's wrong?)" the person on the radio asks, prompting the guard to hastily respond.
"Это просто смог. Я буду в порядке. (It's just smog. I'll be fine.)" He then puts his hand on the earpiece to cut out the outside noise and concludes, "Everything's in order. Returning to post."
He proceeds to deactivate his comms and turns around to head back to the stairs. There's nothing out of the ordinary for him to report on so in his mind, his task is done. But just before he could make the step, a bullet drives quietly to the side of his head, piercing through his skull and dropping dead on the floor.
And just like that... silence. With just a zoom away from the distance, a suppressed barrel is seen poking out of the bush, still producing smoke from the hole.
"Headshot."
Emerging out, upon concluding no additional hostiles on the way, Deathwatch makes his way to the gangster's body and scavenge like a crow, searching him for a phone, some ammo, or anything of value before the blood starts spilling them all. Wearing his usual attire, the hitman sticks to his goggles, hood and mask to conceal his identity, even though the night shadows him from prying eyes. What's different is his gear as he's additionally equipped with the safehouse leftovers. A tactical harness for secure climbing, black shirt and gray pants instead of his rugged suit, and a PVS-14 NVG on the left side of his face.
"You can come out. We're clear." he urges calmly as he pulls the gangster's jacket up and finds an M9 tucked inside.
On cue, the two Halimaws come out of hiding and go past him to watch over the front, covering the hitman as he takes the corpse's gun and pulls him away by the legs. Following the same idea as him, the two also grabbed the safehouse leftovers to help blend them in the dark. For Linrov, his outfit remains more military with black kevlar, helmet and shoulder/elbow pads. Equipped to the side of his backpack are blue bolt cutters. Kasey leans more to agile attire, using her lightweight plate carrier, forearm armor guards, and a leg pouch for her phone. Her jacket - an item still bearing Roxas' patch and tallies - was left behind at the safehouse. Both are equipped with PVS-7s, having failed to acquire the latest due to the two psychos, Aristocrat and Rogue, grabbing them first.
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The Katipunan: The Monsters Inside Us
Aksi"Ravaged by a civil war that plagues our country apart, many wanted this war to end. Many wanted peace to prevail. But when someone powerful prevents it, we are at a stalement of war. We'll try anything to become capable as soldier... or we die tryi...
