There was a chill in the air despite it being near the cusp of spring. A cold snap had made its way across the west coast, forcing the city dwellers to shut their windows, to change out the AC for heat—turning the dials and switches on their thermostats. The residents of Las Bellenas were not accustomed to being cold, not even very much during winter. But the change in weather was odd and made Sebastian wonder if there wasn’t something more nefarious going on—someone with a weather machine causing a problem. But he already had mission; he could worry about weather masters later, or people with ice powers another day.
One black booted foot moved to rest on the ledge of a building thirty stories up. He reached up, a gloved hand shooting a grappling hook; it caught on the ledge of another building and he tested it briefly before swinging off and gliding through the air. Choppy black strands smacked around a mask that only covered his eyes, one lined in light blue. A biker-esque jacket that matched the rest of his nighttime costumed attire also flapped wide open, revealing a symbol on his chest in the same shade of blue—a graphic of a kabuki mask.
He exhaled as he hit a button on the handle in his hand; something jerked and the line retracted while he was midflight. He timed it well; as soon as it clicked back in place he was flipping, bending gracefully and landing in a crouch atop another building. His whole body flexed once, taking the impact properly as it snaked up his legs and into his chest. The kinetic energy dissipated and he rose quietly, fluidly moving to the edge and looking down. And then he was kneeling again, eyes behind white eye covers on the mask narrowing. It made the eye slits narrow as well, his brow pushing it down.
Seb pulled out a small set of video binoculars from his utility belt and looked through them. Three outside the warehouse. The intel was good so far. He tapped a button on the binoculars and they shifted to a red tint—second level x-ray vision. Hm... five on the inside, likely waiting for the go-ahead to send the ‘shipment’ out. Seb’s throat tightened and his jaw clenched. Then he was putting his tech aside, silently sending a thank you to Dez.
He stood and pulled two balls from his utility belt. Two buttons were pressed in quick succession before he dropped them down in the middle of the three goons. Smoke erupted and they were coughing as the haze overtook the alley. He dropped down then, landing on the asphalt right in the middle of it just before putting on a gas mask. Instinct took over and he swung through a series of practiced motions. Three bodies hit the ground and the smoke cleared. Seb removed the mask with a smirk—the only emotion to pass his stony features.
Three down, five more to go. Then free the cargo and I can go home.
Home to an empty apartment, but a home all the same. Brushing the thought aside, Seb slipped in the door and moved toward the shadows, prowling and watching for his next target. As he came to the edge of a stack of crates a man passed him by, catching his gaze. Before he could utter a word, Sebastian grabbed him and pulled him into a choke hold. Moments passed on as his arms coiled around the other man, suffocating him and waiting... waiting... He went slack and Seb released him gently. He pulled a set of cuffs from his belt and latched him to a thick pipe coming down the wall.
Four more to go, he told himself as he stood, ready for the fight.
One black booted foot moved to rest on the ledge of a building thirty stories up. He reached up, a gloved hand shooting a grappling hook; it caught on the ledge of another building and he tested it briefly before swinging off and gliding through the air. Choppy black strands smacked around a mask that only covered his eyes, one lined in light blue. A biker-esque jacket that matched the rest of his nighttime costumed attire also flapped wide open, revealing a symbol on his chest in the same shade of blue—a graphic of a kabuki mask.
He exhaled as he hit a button on the handle in his hand; something jerked and the line retracted while he was midflight. He timed it well; as soon as it clicked back in place he was flipping, bending gracefully and landing in a crouch atop another building. His whole body flexed once, taking the impact properly as it snaked up his legs and into his chest. The kinetic energy dissipated and he rose quietly, fluidly moving to the edge and looking down. And then he was kneeling again, eyes behind white eye covers on the mask narrowing. It made the eye slits narrow as well, his brow pushing it down.
Seb pulled out a small set of video binoculars from his utility belt and looked through them. Three outside the warehouse. The intel was good so far. He tapped a button on the binoculars and they shifted to a red tint—second level x-ray vision. Hm... five on the inside, likely waiting for the go-ahead to send the ‘shipment’ out. Seb’s throat tightened and his jaw clenched. Then he was putting his tech aside, silently sending a thank you to Dez.
He stood and pulled two balls from his utility belt. Two buttons were pressed in quick succession before he dropped them down in the middle of the three goons. Smoke erupted and they were coughing as the haze overtook the alley. He dropped down then, landing on the asphalt right in the middle of it just before putting on a gas mask. Instinct took over and he swung through a series of practiced motions. Three bodies hit the ground and the smoke cleared. Seb removed the mask with a smirk—the only emotion to pass his stony features.
Three down, five more to go. Then free the cargo and I can go home.
Home to an empty apartment, but a home all the same. Brushing the thought aside, Seb slipped in the door and moved toward the shadows, prowling and watching for his next target. As he came to the edge of a stack of crates a man passed him by, catching his gaze. Before he could utter a word, Sebastian grabbed him and pulled him into a choke hold. Moments passed on as his arms coiled around the other man, suffocating him and waiting... waiting... He went slack and Seb released him gently. He pulled a set of cuffs from his belt and latched him to a thick pipe coming down the wall.
Four more to go, he told himself as he stood, ready for the fight.
Sometimes I feel like a girl~... sometimes I don't~
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