Acid Hearts {Mission RP}

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The day had just begun, sun started shining into thee city, Quin stood upon a building that overlooked half of the city. "No sign of the target." he said into the mic of his headset. His partner was a siren, so she couldn't speak, he made a slight modification so that she could click a button as confirmation that she heard him. They received intelligence that Armondo may be in the city of Perstail, a thriving city that also has a bit of a problem with two rival mobs fighting over territory.

Early in the night Quin arrived at the city with Vymera. Taking to a building that was a good view to give support, this was Quindaro's specialty, this time around he was armed with a CheyTac Intervention, loaded with .407 AP ammunition. In his side holster he kept a .45 1911 with a few mags alongside the holster. He stood looking over the city with his binocular goggles scanning the streets.

She could say the same she was relieved, but of course she knew better not to speak. The target was dead. It wasn't exactly as they had planned but at least they got the job done. Now that they had triggered some alarms, it would be a pain to get out of here.

Vymera would have no problem with that. She could jump out the window and escape on flight, but Quin couldn't do the same. Vymera had never really done this sort of thing before, to leave before anyone could find her. Naturally she would just sing and kill them as she make her way out. Again, she couldn't even do that, not with Quin beside her. She did her job in killing. Now it was up to Quin to formulate an escape.

She watched and listened to him, how he pulled the curtains away and looked down on the streets. Footsteps could be heard one floor below, cutting off any stairs they could take. It made her heart race, her breathing much more rapid as she snuck quick glances at the main stairs. Quin stepped away from the window just as a searchlight loomed by. He then turned to an opposite window, tore down those curtains and leapt down. Vymera stole another look to the stairs before running to the window. A loud thud came just as she came, and there he was, lying over white and black bags of rubbish.

She gritted her teeth, mostly in disgust as her legs hopped onto the window and she steadied herself. It was filthy, with half-eaten pies and thrown-out takeaway noodles piling on his clothes. He disturbed the garbage as well, the smell creeping up the wall and choking her.

No. She decided to fly to the roof of the building in front of her. Leaning forward, she spread her wings and… dropped onto the garbage bags next to Quin, landing in her face. Something cold and wet stuck to her cheek and she immediately threw herself off the bins, and on the ground, wiping the filth off her. Rotten pizza, its cheese sticking to her face. After wiping her face frantically, she spread her wings. They were tucked inside the bartender uniform, forming two large bulges on her back like a camel.

The sirens were louder, somewhere behind the building. Above, the enforcers shouted ‘clear’. It wouldn’t be long before one of them decided to peak outside the window and find the two in the alleyway. Actually, the two could pretend to be survivors of the bar ‘massacre’, but only Vymera was in her uniform. Not like she could ever tell Quin anyways. She just remained there, waiting for the leader of this mission to speak.

This was quite the journey for Quin, he'd been on his highs and then then some lows, but always seems to make it out alive. "Fucking shit..." he grumbled as he got to his feet after clambering out of the garbage bin.

"Well that's disgusting..." he said peeling off a piece of moldy something off of his vest. "Well we'd better get going... I'll make us a drink when we get back to headquarters..." He said pulling a cigarette out of his chest pocket and lighting it. "Lets get to the bike and head out."

Quin then started walking the opposite way from the police that had shown up. "Seems like she's capable of holding her own... I'll turn in a good report for this one..." he thought, looking up at the sun. "Perhaps we'd better get lunch, it's almost noon...." he said exiting the alleyway.