There was an odd shift in the air.
He waited for the perfect moment, waiting and waiting.
The teen hated waiting. Each second he was using here, he could be using somewhere else.
But, maybe waiting for this perfect time would save him more time, in the end. No time to waste. Carefully, the boy lifted up the dirty manhole cover, grime sloshing into his gloves, making sure no one was around when he zipped in.
He kept his hand at his blade as he almost slipped and let at a yelp–!
‘That’s one down.’ He thought, carefully placing the manhole cover above him, making as little noise as possible. He was on a mission, and he wouldn’t fail. Target couldn’t be lost. Or whatever the coppers would say.
That-thing was spotted recently. Somehow. He didn’t really remember how he heard it. But the moment the boy did, he swiftly dashed to the nearest street, dirty smoke filling his lungs with each breath.
Climbing down the ladder, slowly, slowly, as slow as his anxious body could go, trying to make sure no echoes were heard.
But Ekko would be heard from this rat-with his head on his blade. Now, he had to investigate these sewers, and go from there.
It was time to exterminate the rat.