@sombustiel | plotted starter
Argus was one of the nicer cities Mercury had ever been to. Nothing like upper Mistral, of course, but it was clean and well organized enough. The people didn’t possess that harried, hardened look he’d seen in a lot of places, and many of them made the most basic of mistakes when it came to protecting possessions from pickpockets and thieves. Likely due to the Atlesian military base, he mused. There weren’t a lot of people bold enough to try something right under the nose of the world’s best military. Did it make him bold or stupid, he wondered, that he’d even bothered to set foot here? Probably both.
That didn’t stop him from waiting in an alley near the Cotta-Arc home. Shadows concealed him from all but the most perceptive of views, yet he possessed the perfect vantage point to see any who went in or out of the home. Important, given his purpose here. There was no going back and too many choices going forward; the one he’d selected was a long shot, but if it caught fire, it would be a hell of a ride.
