Shin-Ra Manhunt (Quest - Brock)

With Brock confirming his belief, Rin still doesn’t think they’d be brazen enough to stand out in the open as his eyes are slightly narrowed. Not without having some kind of ulterior motive such as believing to have an advantage. A firm hand clapped on Rin’s shoulder that pulled away from his thoughts. Rin slightly tilted his head in response to Brock’s encouragement.

“Anxious… I suppose I am. Underestimating the target can have dire results.” Rin agreed that he was anxious, but for good reasons. Unlike him, these people are fighting for survival and desperate people can pull off desperate tricks to win the day. Or night in this case. With Brock pointing up at a colorful sign just ahead of them. It was a crimson dragon with wings from the looks of it. Rin can only assume that is the place that they’re looking for unless this bar has a twin somewhere.

“It’s probably because one of our reactors went up in flame thanks to Avalanche. More than likely that reactor stirred everyone into motion and caused chaos throughout Midgar.” Rin responded as the theory was becoming realistic. These people seriously think they can win, and even some of Shin-Ra’s own turned against them. At any rate, now wasn’t the time to have a debate about the factions.

“I haven’t been in this Sector before if that’s what you mean.” Which was the truth as Rin grew up in the slums over at Sector 8. His eyes shift from one individual’s face to another near this establishment. Getting a facial recognition as well as looking for their targets. Granted if these terrorist supporters were really brazen they probably would strike against them upon sight. As Rin isn’t hiding who he is. However if the young SOLDIER can, Rin attempts to locate their targets first if they’re on this street.

Tension was already set as the two approached the bar. The hushed whispers, the head turning away upon the sight of them, and even those who stare at the pair. It reminded Rin that job or no, Midgar was watching them. Midgar was watching Shin-Ra specifically, but they are the current face of the company to these people. Meaning that if this job is handled carelessly then both Brock and himself will just instigate more people to join Avalanche's cause.

Rin didn't have much trouble maneuvering around people to this bar, but unfortunately there weren't anyone that matches a description they were given. Currently they were after three targets in particular. Two male and one female as it were. One male is a tall blonde with short hair and blue eyes. Second male was average and toned that's often seen with a pair of sports gloves. Supposedly this guy is bald, but Rin writes it off that the guy could wear a wig to cover his tracks. Lastly but not least the female had long blonde hair with stormy grey eyes. Supposedly she's gifted in magic, but under normal circumstances unless she has materia she wouldn't be doing much magic here.

Still the motion of being welcomed to Sector 5 from Brock as they stood in front of the door. It did create an ease in pressure, and with this being Rin's first real assignment he couldn't afford any mistakes. Still he didn't view this as just a job that he needs to get done. This was a job to ensure order remains intact and hopefully quell the chaos in the process. Brock leaning over to whisper what Brock was going to do. Rin's eyes lit up with recognition to his previous superior in the Infantry. Truthfully Rin was surprised that Colonel said anything good about Rin since the man was incredibly hard on him. Both Rin and a few other Infantry comrades just put it off that Faraway hated Rin for some reason.

The youth nodded his head in acknowledgement of Brock's decision before he enters the bar. The mixture of scents grew stronger than it did outside, and the sounds of chatter also increased in volume too. A couple of dozen customers can seen and at least two of them are at the bar itself. The clatters of glass tankards can be heard from behind the bar as two bartenders are attending to it. That's where Rin picked out one of the people at the bar sat alone, and the person held a slim figure with healthy long golden locks. Wearing a red cocktail dress too from the looks of it.

Rin is mostly certain that she is one of their marks, but he didn't trust that she was alone. However just looking around would be suspicious on its own and it might tip off the other's. Still Rin did pay attention to the others for the obvious movement to leave. As they would draw immediate suspicion. Unfortunately they weren't so lucky, and Rin didn't see anymore potential targets either.

A brow raised as he didn't think that just one of their targets would be located here. Then again it's like the female wants to be seen. They could just detain the woman here in this bar, but it might instigate a brawl and inflict more collateral damage than necessary. Who knows, he might be able to win this one over with words. So Rin will approach the bar before he speaks to the blonde with a gesture of his hand towards the empty seats next to her.

"Mind if we sit next to you?"

The blonde turned her head to look over her shoulder at the pair. At first she smiled almost out of habit until the woman registered Shin-Ra’s insignia on Brock’s sleeve. The smile clearly dropped to a flat line as her eyes momentarily widened in surprise. Now that she turned her face, Rin confirms from facial recognition this is one of their targets. Rin glanced over at Brock as he claimed to be going and to speak with the owner. The glance was enough to catch Brock tapping the side of his helmet as the man was walking away, but Rin didn’t give any indication that he acknowledged it.

“U-um sure! It’s not often that Shin-Ra takes time off at a bar.” The lady spoke as she was containing the sense of fear behind her eyes. Rin’s demeanor didn’t change as he took a seat next to her at the counter. Looking over at one of the bartenders, who was a man with short blonde hair and is spiked with gel as he was hand drying a glass tankard. “I’ll take one Red Moon.” Rin spoke to the bartender with a hint of a smile. The bartender looked up with blue eyes and he reached up to scratch the side of his face. Rin nonchalantly turned his head to look at the lady who was looking down at her glass of margarita.

“So what’s your story?” A bottle with a red moon picture on the side was placed in front of Rin by the bartender. The lady blinked before she raised her eyes to him.

“W-what do you mean?” Rin got the sense that she’s incredibly nervous, which makes sense considering that if she knows who Rin is working for. Then it’s like Rin already caught her, but he wasn’t going to put it off yet. Taking the bottle of light colored beer in hand, Rin responded.

“I mean what drove you to dress up and come for a drink alone.” The young man drinks a small mouthful of the booze as it was the kind of beer that wouldn’t get people drunk unless they drank a lot really quick. Or they just have low alcohol tolerance.

“Oh, I’m not… I actually came with a friend, but she left just a minute ago.” There was a moment that she caught herself and followed up with that. However it was a moment that she had to think about which means she lied. Perhaps not all of it was a lie, but enough was there. During this time, there is a singular individual who is sitting at a booth alone and at the far corner. The individual was an average man with shaggy brown hair and has a nose piercing. The guy was also dressed in a denim vest with a black tank top underneath it. Even wearing boot cut jeans and a pair of boots. On his hands is a pair of leather gloves that one of them is occupied with a tankard of dark beer. His eyes seem to be almost glued on Rin and the lady.

“A girls’ night out then? Kind of rude to leave you here by yourself then. Especially at night.” Rin responded as he could see that the blonde bartender was rather tall and slim. Which reminds Rin of the second target, but he recalled that male blonde had longer hair. What’s giving Rin a concrete confirmation is that the man frequently shifts those eyes at them. All the while the communications from the device at his left ear is active between Brock and himself. So Brock could hear everything that's being said close to Rin.

The small red light under the bar caught the eye of Jack, the bartender. He approached the other bartender and whispered something in their ear before both nod their heads. Almost as if on cue, the blonde lady grabs her wallet and turns to stand on her heels. “Sorry, I should be going.” Sarah says as she begins to walk away to the outside door. Jack was heading to the back and Cleff, the gloved male, gets up and follow after Sarah.

“They’re on the move. One went out through the back, and two are walking out through the front. I’m pursuing the pair.” Rin quickly speaks in the speaker as he gets up with a spin on his heel. They ran out the front door with Rin running after them. While Cleff and Sarah opted to rapidly climb down the stairs while avoiding people. Rin simply flew over the small crowd of people as the mako in his blood carried him through the air. He forced himself to land gracefully on ground level as the pair were sprinting away. Despite the fact that Sarah was running on heels, she can still sprint like a track star surprisingly.

Rin gave chase on foot for a minute until the crowd of citizens were hindering his full speed. So he leapt high above the ground and lightly tapped the roof of a building with one foot before leaping forward. Granted Rin could move faster if he wanted to, and he could maintain flight with no issue. However he was simply following them as the pair turned into a narrow alleyway. Rin followed after them while maintaining his speed to be not too far and yet not too close either. Eventually they will come upon a district for warehouses. Rin pulls back and using the cover of darkness to his advantage by hovering many meters above the ground while staying in one of the warehouses’ shadows.

”They seem to have retreated into the warehouse. Probably where they’ve been hiding from Shin-Ra. I’m looking over at Warehouse D4, but I can’t really see what’s inside. I’ll stand by until you arrive sir.” Rin whispered into the speaker on his left ear. His back lightly pressed against the metal wall. His mako-infused eyes shifting from one window to another. It’s either being blocked, painted over, or there’s simply no light within the warehouse.

Brock sent his message and so Rin nods his head to no one particularly. Mainly to confirm it himself, but Rin simply replied with one word over the channel. “Affirmative.” So the young Soldier kicked off from the wall as flight took over his body. His hair wavering with the wind that feels like it is caressing his face. It would have been pleasant if it wasn’t for the fact that he was on a job. Not to mention this job involves rogue Shin-Ra that could be benefiting Avalanche who continues to be a thorn in the company’s side.

Gliding at the same altitude, Rin went around the warehouse to locate a backdoor that was closed. Curious, he silently flew down to the door and tried to open it. However it was locked as it refused to budge. In a way that was good since it meant they didn’t go through the back door, but Rin wondered if it was automatically locked and can only be opened from the inside. Scanning the door and around it to find any indications to the electronic operated. Alas there was none, which means that it’s just a mechanical factor.

He didn’t press into the issue too much after that conclusion was made since Rin figured that Brock would be here any second now. So the Third Class Soldier simply took flight and ascended above the warehouse. As soft as he can manage, Rin lands on the roof of this warehouse before lowering his form into a crouch. Slinking into the night’s cloak as his eyes remain focused on the ground in front of the warehouse. Keeping his vantage point, and if the third target comes running Rin would be ready to pounce. Then they could use that one as bait to lure them out, but if these Avalanche sympathizers are desperate enough they’ll abandon the third one. Only time will tell Rin guess.

Sergeant Oswald

Seconds turned into minutes, and frankly with the distance that Brock reported. Rin expected to see at least the criminal rushing over here, but he didn’t. So Rin grew concerned as he whisper into his earpiece.

”What’s your situation sir?” Patience is something Rin knew of, but when it comes to the job not being able to hear their partner respond. It was like something psychological attacking Rin’s psyche and making him more on guard. If that third Avalanche sympathizer got the jump on Brock, then he’ll need to be extra careful from here on out. It wasn’t something Rin is comfortable with, but his stoic expression hides his concern under the cover of darkness.

Luckily for Rin, there was movement off to the east where red light beams came from. Sweeping from one side to the other, Rin’s hand wrapped around the broadsword at his hip. The clasp breaks between the crossguard and the scabbard as half an inch of steel can be seen by those close enough. When one of those red beams landed on him, Rin took a step back as he was going to use part of the roof as cover, but thankfully a voice spoke from the earpiece and no gunshot was made.

”Rin Armada, 3rd Class Soldier sir. 2 tangos located in this warehouse; there is still a third one nearby.” Rin informed them over the secured channel. Of course, if Brock was taken out then their channels could be compromised, and that will be a big problem as far as information goes. As such the 3rd class kept the information short and easy to remember. As much as Rin wants to immediately bust into this warehouse and detain the runaways. The Armada still has his orders.

”Brock Wilson was pursuing the third target, but he hasn’t reported in 5 minutes.” In case that was necessary if they’re wondering where the 2nd class operator is located at. More than likely that will be the case since Brock called them.

Sergeant Oswald