[ @askpremierphantom ] The sky was overcast with dark looming clouds, the moon peeking through every so often. The Second phantom stepped out of one of the phantom cars, parked in the shadows of the one of the old warehouses by the docks. His plague doctor mask made an eerie silhouette on his lean frame as he turned to pat the roof of the car with a gloved hand, his way of thanking the driver. He looked up at the warehouse, his mission repeating itself inside his head: “Target: Middle-aged man, hazel eyes, short of height, thin blond hair. Goal: Eliminate target, gather stolen items, destroy all evidence of LDR on property.” He squinted as he made his way towards the building, making sure to stay in the shadows as he shot down any surveillance cameras on the sight. He then pulled out his grappling hook gun and shot it at one of the broken windows, soon climbing up the tall building and swiftly making his way inside. Once inside, he stealthily made his way over to a railing, seeing as he had sneaked his way into the top floor. He carefully looked over it and spotted about five people on the lower level, patrolling the stolen goods and having casual conversation among one another. The Second stood like that for a few long moments before he stepped back, soundlessly. He stopped abruptly as he sensed something near him, slowly turning his head to one side. There, a man stood, gun aimed at Deux. The Second held out a hand as if to gesture for the man to stop. This seemed to surprise the man as his eyes widened a little and he then lowered his gun just the slightest. Of course, this gave Deux the opportunity to grab a dagger from his belt and with swift precision, throw it directly into the man’s skull. The phantom watched as the guy’s body fell to the floor, the gun rolling out of his hand and a small pool of blood forming underneath his head. Deux then stalked over and looked down at his victim, tilting his head as his eyes went over the man’s face. This was not the target. “Shame.” He whispered to himself as he began making his way to where the man seemed to have come from. He pressed himself against the wall near the doorway of another room and pulled out his own gun. His eyes scanned the room, noting that there were approximately three or four people in the room. He watched as some of them moved around, one guy stepping into Deux’ view, his back facing the phantom. Deux listened as the people seemed to have joyous talk of their thieving adventures before he jumped up and grabbed the guy, putting him in a headlock and pointing his gun at one of the people in front of him, shooting. Gun shots were fired at Deux as well, but he used the man as a shield as he shot down the other three people. “Where is your leader…” he said lowly to the man, his voice clear and eerily light as he spoke. The man grabbed a hold of Deux’ arm, trying to pry it off. “I am not telling you! You are one of them! The raven assassins!” the man hissed back, only making Deux tighten his arm around his throat, making him choke. “Office! Up-cough-Up the other stair case!” the man told the phantom. “Thank you, kind sir.” Deux said back as he choked the man until he passed out. He then patted the man’s head and released his grip on him, letting him fall to the floor. These people. They knew nothing of loyalty. He huffed out a breath as he walked further out into the building, pulling out his axes as he kicked open the door of another room. Surely, the rest of the building would be on high alert now.
