Patrol was the job of the badniks, not necessarily the responsibility of the one overseeing the factory as a whole. Nyx, however, rather enjoyed the patrols on the occasions that he could fit them into his schedule. The uneventful walks were a nice chance to destress, to unwind and enjoy the calm serenity of the (mostly) quiet forest that surrounded the factory.
And the odd chance that there was an intruder, it gave the panther a chance to stretch his legs and give his prosthetics a field test. It was always a coin toss, it seemed, as to whether he’d enjoy a calm walk or an exciting chance to hunt.
Tonight seemed no different.
The majority of the walk had been it’s usual, routine calm. Forest life scurrying away as his heels dug indents into the forest floor, the lights from the nearby casino constructs lighting his path for him. Pausing in his walk, round ears twitching as something blue and certainly not neon passed in his peripherals.
Ears swiveled to try and locate footsteps while he disengaged the safety control on his limb enhancements. Nyx lowered himself and began to stalk through the woods, waiting for the proximity alarm in his optic to clue him in on how close he was to the unseen trespasser.
{➹} – UNDER ANY OTHER CIRCUMSTANCE the hero would have been marveling at the forest around him. Being one who very much thrived in remote areas, found them to be peaceful rather than eerie or dangerous, he would have been quite content just exploring in his own time. Instead, he mused, there he was repeating old habits. Some things really did die hard, it seemed.
In this case it would prove to be an advantage for the hedgehog. Experience had ground habits into him. Stealth, observance, awareness. Sneaking around was second nature to him at that point, his footfalls were quiet, ears alert and twitching at the sounds from the factory. He still couldn’t place why it was there, didn’t even know who was in charge of the thing, but he had never been one to ignore instincts. Something wasn’t right there, and he was going to find out what.
He was meticulous in his advance, always sticking to the shadows, avoiding unnecessary noise as he got closer and closer to the building. From one shelter to another the only thing left in his wake was a blur, a displacement of air, then silence. Very much a ‘blink and miss it’ scenario, as had always been his strategy. Using his speed was only natural, it gave him the upper hand in most situations and he had a feeling deep down in his gut that this time would be no different.
Yet, despite all that, he was very much unaware that there was someone else lurking in the shadows…
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