Dirty, Holy Fur (Vanessa/Open) Jul 2, 2020 16:53:09 GMT
Post by Quiet on Jul 2, 2020 16:53:09 GMT
Quiet was on a different kind of mission than his usual outings.
He stood in the broad, early-evening daylight of the upper plate, the glow of the sun reaching the face of Midgar and warming his skin. Two great, looming shadows were cast by Sector 8's mako reactor, and the central pillar of Midgar, Sector 0. It was rare that the warrior walked these streets in the day-time; usually, he would prowl in back-alleys and rooftops and night, working on his mission to slowly-but-surely erode Shin-Ra's forces and gain an infamy as the Spectre.
Still, that was really only a small element of his mission in this steel monument. He spent perhaps a tenth of his time whittling away Shin-Ra grunts; Quiet knew that he wouldn't really make a dent in the system that way. To him, that was more about practice, and now he had a reputation to uphold. No, much of his recent work had been about trying to build his own network of friends and allies, and to gather intelligence that might be detrimental to Shin-Ra.
The latter point was why Quiet found himself on the upper-plate. He moved steadily, purposefully, through the bustling streets of the Mako-Electric Square. An ally had fed him a line about a shady organisation that operated on both sides of the plate. On the upper side, they operated legally, but shadily, often providing services rendered to the Shin-Ra Corporation in exchange for... benefits. Tax-cuts, averted gazes, that sorta thing.
On the lower plate, they operated as criminals, extorting local residents for 'protection' money. Rumour had it they were an up-and-coming rival syndicate to the Manji Group, and were working to undermine the rival criminal organisation.
Quiet had been told that the group had ties to some of the construction of more recent mako reactors. He'd been given a location, a place where they operated on the upper plate; The Dirty Holy Fur, a bar and nightclub. He'd been given a password that should get him access to a leading figure within the organisation.
It was a risk he was willing to take.
As Quiet walked doggedly down the bustling, neon-lit streets of the entertainment district, he heard a commotion about forty feet behind him.