Post by Alain Merrick on Dec 26, 2017 16:18:57 GMT -5
It was ten in the evening as the Shinigami medic stood on the rooftop across the street from the convention center where a prestigious fashion show was currently being held. He had just completed his latest circuit of the building, checking all entrances and exits to ensure that his quarry wouldn’t escape his notice. In another ten minutes, he would repeat the entire process again. Thus far, Zhahryar Dunyazade Nascherazire remained inside. He could confirm this with his eyes having not seen her leave, but also with his innate sixth sense. During the previous week since he began looking into the woman, he had learned a fair amount. Most notably, she was a Quincy. Normally, Alain didn’t take much interest in one of their kind, but she must have been special. Otherwise, her name wouldn’t have appeared on the documents which he had taken from Lab Station Six. Now that he had found her, they would have words. But first, he needed to get her alone, and so he waited.
After nearly two hours and many more patrols later, the young girl eventually exited a side door and was ushered into the back seat of a burnt orange four door sedan. Even the usually apathetic Merrick found the color hideous, but quickly dismissed the thought from his mind. As the car pulled from the curb and into the moderate late night traffic, he began to bound across rooftops. He already had an inkling where she was going given the late hour, but he kept an eye on the car just in case he was incorrect. Though it was unlikely, any fear that he might lose the vehicle quickly evaporated as it stood out beneath the city lights. More than once he wondered if the occupants were embarrassed to be seen within the gaudy contraption. As he suspected, the fifteen minute drive ended when the automobile stopped outside the front doors of a luxurious twenty floor apartment complex. Seconds later, the girl strode from the car and hustled inside.
Even if Merrick hadn’t known that she lived on the top floor, Zhahryar would have been easy enough to track. However, now he needed to guarantee that they wouldn’t be disturbed. Soaring up to the large outdoor patio area of the penthouse, he proceeded to check if the woman lived alone. Seeing and more importantly, sensing no one else, he waited for target to make the lengthy elevator trip to the top floor. Standing with his hands behind his lower back, one clasped in the other, he looked out over the city. Would I enjoy such excess? When he finally heard the creak of the door, he glanced over his shoulder and pondered whether he would need to announce himself. Obscured by darkness, the limiter, as well as his natural effort to suppress his reiatsu, he was difficult to notice. Never would I have imagined I would be standing on a Quincy’s doorstep Much had changed since his Academy days.
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After nearly two hours and many more patrols later, the young girl eventually exited a side door and was ushered into the back seat of a burnt orange four door sedan. Even the usually apathetic Merrick found the color hideous, but quickly dismissed the thought from his mind. As the car pulled from the curb and into the moderate late night traffic, he began to bound across rooftops. He already had an inkling where she was going given the late hour, but he kept an eye on the car just in case he was incorrect. Though it was unlikely, any fear that he might lose the vehicle quickly evaporated as it stood out beneath the city lights. More than once he wondered if the occupants were embarrassed to be seen within the gaudy contraption. As he suspected, the fifteen minute drive ended when the automobile stopped outside the front doors of a luxurious twenty floor apartment complex. Seconds later, the girl strode from the car and hustled inside.
Even if Merrick hadn’t known that she lived on the top floor, Zhahryar would have been easy enough to track. However, now he needed to guarantee that they wouldn’t be disturbed. Soaring up to the large outdoor patio area of the penthouse, he proceeded to check if the woman lived alone. Seeing and more importantly, sensing no one else, he waited for target to make the lengthy elevator trip to the top floor. Standing with his hands behind his lower back, one clasped in the other, he looked out over the city. Would I enjoy such excess? When he finally heard the creak of the door, he glanced over his shoulder and pondered whether he would need to announce himself. Obscured by darkness, the limiter, as well as his natural effort to suppress his reiatsu, he was difficult to notice. Never would I have imagined I would be standing on a Quincy’s doorstep Much had changed since his Academy days.
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