Post by Yuuto Nakamura on Jan 23, 2022 18:22:29 GMT
As much as Yuuto wanted to track down the killer that'd been stalking Musutafu, it was a job best left to the police. Until they could get a lead beyond the general area that they were working in, there wasn't much more the Bloodhounds could do than keep to the streets and trust other heroes would keep their eyes out as well. That didn't mean he was content to sit by and do nothing, however, and a few well-placed requests had seen him be assigned a few jobs in the same area that his real target was stalking around in.
It wasn't a glamorous job, by any means. Just some idiot that thought he could sell some stolen support gear for a quick buck, probably without even realising just how quickly he'd been tracked down. But the Bloodhounds weren't all about big raids and shadowy infiltration operations - as their leader, he perhaps knew that better than any. It was those 'little' jobs that kept the lights on, after all, and helped build a reputation as well. Cracking down on street-level criminals was no less important than knocking some grandstanding villain down a few pegs, and he'd be damned if he let them run amok like they did in his hometown.
He wasn't going in alone, though. Sitting in a car near the two-storey apartment the target was located in, he checked over his gear again, before HQ started to speak to him.
"Lockon here." He said flatly, speaking into the microphone in his helmet.
"Get your gear ready, sir. Your partner for this case'll be there any minute now. It's not going to be a Hound, though. There wasn't anyone near enough that wasn't already busy."
Though Lockon was a little disappointed at this, he supposed it was to be expected. Being reassigned - albeit temporarily - to the area had been a sudden request, and he counted himself lucky that he had a partner for the case at all.
"Not a problem. Just make sure they know I'm here."
"Understood."
After glancing over his gear one last time, Lockon exited the car, and moved into position. Though near to the apartment, there wasn't a chance that the target would see him. With the angle of the architecture between the two locations, it was unlikely they'd see much more than a brick wall and some lampposts. He stood, waiting for whoever his mysterious partner was, gaze shifting between the apartment and the street behind him.
It wasn't a glamorous job, by any means. Just some idiot that thought he could sell some stolen support gear for a quick buck, probably without even realising just how quickly he'd been tracked down. But the Bloodhounds weren't all about big raids and shadowy infiltration operations - as their leader, he perhaps knew that better than any. It was those 'little' jobs that kept the lights on, after all, and helped build a reputation as well. Cracking down on street-level criminals was no less important than knocking some grandstanding villain down a few pegs, and he'd be damned if he let them run amok like they did in his hometown.
He wasn't going in alone, though. Sitting in a car near the two-storey apartment the target was located in, he checked over his gear again, before HQ started to speak to him.
"Lockon here." He said flatly, speaking into the microphone in his helmet.
"Get your gear ready, sir. Your partner for this case'll be there any minute now. It's not going to be a Hound, though. There wasn't anyone near enough that wasn't already busy."
Though Lockon was a little disappointed at this, he supposed it was to be expected. Being reassigned - albeit temporarily - to the area had been a sudden request, and he counted himself lucky that he had a partner for the case at all.
"Not a problem. Just make sure they know I'm here."
"Understood."
After glancing over his gear one last time, Lockon exited the car, and moved into position. Though near to the apartment, there wasn't a chance that the target would see him. With the angle of the architecture between the two locations, it was unlikely they'd see much more than a brick wall and some lampposts. He stood, waiting for whoever his mysterious partner was, gaze shifting between the apartment and the street behind him.