Vi | "The Art of Escape" | blindfoldedinsanity
This was one of few solo missions she'd done away from her dad - well, it was so he could take a day off, it wasn't really her mission at all. Still, she'd emptied all her rounds and night was coming soon. Astrid was just thankful this was near the city outskirts and the silencer made it a lot quieter and easier to take care of.
"Fuckin' hell..." Astrid cursed, heaving the succubus's body on her back, it was already starting to decay in the odd manner that supernaturals oft did, but she couldn't just leave it there like road kill - someone normal could come across it, so Astrid found herself throwing a dissipating body into a dumpster.
Enhanced senses picked up a range of smells as she slammed the lid shut on it - wrinkling her nose she backed away from it - until she smelled sweat. Human sweat - and the sound of breathing. Soft, quiet, slow breathing.
Was it a homeless?
Astrid walked around the dumpster to see a man with a blindfold, huddled behind it, trying to be as quiet and unseen as possible.
"Hey, you - blindfold guy - you in some kinda trouble or somethin' ? It ain't safe here, lotta gunfire and dangerous types comin' out at this time, ya really don't wanna be here," said Astrid as softly as she could - ironic since she was the one dumping a body, blowing the smoke from her rifle and fixing the strap so that it could hang off her back.
But shit, this guy looked like he was in a bad way.