Ah, the hunt. Aramin hadn't been this thrilled at an assignment for ages. Now he finally got to walk through the crownds like a normal (albeit armed) person. He got to look at the average person's daily life, their trials, their grievances.
And he got to keep his psychotic, murderous thoughts to himself.
Now's not the time to ponder how quickly the buildings over here would collapse under a 13 kg charge. There was a fragment scanned near here, and I've gotta find it.
He readjusted his sunglasses. This was the one assignment that he had reviced so far where he was authorized to wear civilian clothing as a necessity. Usually they didn't send Aramin on subtle jobs; he tended to blow his cover (and everything else) to smithereens within seconds. Now, though, it wasn't audio stealth so much as social stealth he had to use. This was easier.
He sensed conflict nearby. High stress levels, anxiety, and a little hatred. Someone was fighting something. He figured that from the ammount of stress it wasn't a firefight, which meant it had to be an elemental looking for shards.
Gotcha! You won't have those for long, buddy. It's as good as mine...
He ran off in the direction of the "ping," looking for anything out of the human norm.
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