Post by Quiet on Jun 22, 2020 20:16:17 GMT
He was hunting again.
In recent months, Quiet had been trying to garner resources. Allies, connections, intelligence. Things had been painstakingly slow on some accounts, though; he had met members of a new AVALANCHE, had attempted to acquaint himself with them, but nonetheless he could no longer suppress his need for action.
See: violence against the mechanisms of Shin-Ra.
In the years Quiet had resided in the city of Midgar, an urban legend had emerged among the populace the upper plate, one that detailed a being known as the Spectre. Privileged, delinquent teenagers whispered about a white blur that appeared and, in a bloody mist, picked off straggling Shin-Ra troopers. The blur stuck to the shadows, and the only thing that could be seen in the depths of that artificial darkness was the hate-filled glow of his cold-sky eyes.
One evening, Quiet found himself lying awake and staring at the roof of the abandoned, unfinished apartment he was squatting in. His body was tense, and his heart pounded in his chest.
He leapt to his feet, his face absent of emotion. He picked up his sword, the hefty-yet-sleek Hyperion. He assessed its edge for a moment, in thought, before he set out.
It was time for the Spectre to strike again.
A red spray filled the air in an alleyway on Sector 5, the open air of the Upper Plate. The trooper only had a moment to weakly gasp, before he slumped to the ground, spilling out.
Cold eyes assessed another trooper, whose assault rifle was already cut in twain. He grasped at a local communicator, stuttered: "N-need back-up. Apparent SOLDIER gone rogu-"
His voice cut off and was replaced by a horrific scream, as his body was opened up by another blow from the Spectre. He let go of the communicator, which crackled with a response: "Private Morgan, repeat that!? Morgan?"
The Spectre swung his blade in the empty air, and it gleamed a cool silver as it expelled flecks of Shin-Ra blood. He looked down the alley; no sign of immediate back-up.
In a well-practised maneouvre, Quiet scaled the building in a series of wall-hops, landing on the roof. He hid in the doorway of a rooftop entrance. It was possible back-up would come via helicopter, but it was also possible that the dispatch would be on foot. Either way, he wanted to see what they would send his way. It might be that the Shin-Ra higher ups were taking this 'Spectre' more seriously, as more and more instances of rebellion were recorded across the city.
