Hopefully out of sight, Demyx materialized on a nearby rooftop. This time, instead of street clothes, he had on his full black coat, with the hood raised to obscure his face. He was here on business. (Unfortunately.)
He sighed as he peered down upon the scene below. Just the usual, people welcoming newcomers. Frankly, he'd rather be doing that. How did he keep winding up with assignments like this, even when he weaseled out of them? They knew it wasn't his forte, and yet they kept making him do it. Secretly, Demyx suspected they just liked mocking him when he screwed up.
Reaching into his pocket, he produced the photo he'd been given of his target and looked it over for comparison. Sara Sidle. Yep, that was her down there, all right. (Shoot.) He put it away and started racking his brain for a plan. To make this easiest, he'd want to get her away from the others first, and then... well, then what?
He'd have to cross that bridge when he got there.
The first thing that jumped to mind was a distraction, and the first distraction that jumped to mind was in form the stray rocks up on the roof with him. He plucked up a few of them, pebble-sized, and chucked one down the few stories at her head.
It missed, and clacked to the sidewalk a few feet behind her. Internally swearing, Demyx ducked quickly behind the edge of the roof in case she'd noticed it. Man, this was so not going to work.
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He sighed as he peered down upon the scene below. Just the usual, people welcoming newcomers. Frankly, he'd rather be doing that. How did he keep winding up with assignments like this, even when he weaseled out of them? They knew it wasn't his forte, and yet they kept making him do it. Secretly, Demyx suspected they just liked mocking him when he screwed up.
Reaching into his pocket, he produced the photo he'd been given of his target and looked it over for comparison. Sara Sidle. Yep, that was her down there, all right. (Shoot.) He put it away and started racking his brain for a plan. To make this easiest, he'd want to get her away from the others first, and then... well, then what?
He'd have to cross that bridge when he got there.
The first thing that jumped to mind was a distraction, and the first distraction that jumped to mind was in form the stray rocks up on the roof with him. He plucked up a few of them, pebble-sized, and chucked one down the few stories at her head.
It missed, and clacked to the sidewalk a few feet behind her. Internally swearing, Demyx ducked quickly behind the edge of the roof in case she'd noticed it. Man, this was so not going to work.