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legionworld2016-12-20 12:20 am
fantasmaniac) wrote in legionworld2016-12-20 12:20 am
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how it all comes down
Who| Reaper and Washington
What| Looney Tune Shenanigans Involving a Shotgun and an Industrial Grade Fan (jk). Maybe.
Where| Wash's pad, for the most part.
When| Dates are spread out over time— after the camping trip.
Warning/Notes| None in particular.
The first time is just a test-run. He isn't even 100% sure that this particular place is Freelancer's spot, but from just surveillance and logical musings alone, he'd narrowed it down quite a bit. Sombra's more detailed analysis will have to come at a later time. As much as he'd love to press her to gather more information (which would undoubtedly put them in a tight spot should they be caught), he's in her debt, and beggars can't be choosers. He doesn't do shit for free, so he doesn't expect her to, either.
He doesn't cut the most inconspicuous figure, so he does his best to take advantage of the times when there's the least amount of activity around the area. He avoids sticking around for long periods of time, usually passing by in the dark shadowy areas throughout the day or watching from afar.
A night goes by after he rendezvous with Sombra, and it's finally time to test the waters. He prepares himself for whatever may be inside. It doesn't seem unnatural for people to have basic security systems in their quarters too, but this is a sort of distant future in an alien universe. Who knows what sort of protocols they may have? There's no windows, and no other doors, not to mention is pretty high up.
At least the guy is smart in his paranoia.
Dissolving slowly into mist, keeping low to the ground, he finds the sliver of a crack underneath the door. It's a slow and meticulous process. careful to scope out anything unusual on the way in...
What| Looney Tune Shenanigans Involving a Shotgun and an Industrial Grade Fan (jk). Maybe.
Where| Wash's pad, for the most part.
When| Dates are spread out over time— after the camping trip.
Warning/Notes| None in particular.
The first time is just a test-run. He isn't even 100% sure that this particular place is Freelancer's spot, but from just surveillance and logical musings alone, he'd narrowed it down quite a bit. Sombra's more detailed analysis will have to come at a later time. As much as he'd love to press her to gather more information (which would undoubtedly put them in a tight spot should they be caught), he's in her debt, and beggars can't be choosers. He doesn't do shit for free, so he doesn't expect her to, either.
He doesn't cut the most inconspicuous figure, so he does his best to take advantage of the times when there's the least amount of activity around the area. He avoids sticking around for long periods of time, usually passing by in the dark shadowy areas throughout the day or watching from afar.
A night goes by after he rendezvous with Sombra, and it's finally time to test the waters. He prepares himself for whatever may be inside. It doesn't seem unnatural for people to have basic security systems in their quarters too, but this is a sort of distant future in an alien universe. Who knows what sort of protocols they may have? There's no windows, and no other doors, not to mention is pretty high up.
At least the guy is smart in his paranoia.
Dissolving slowly into mist, keeping low to the ground, he finds the sliver of a crack underneath the door. It's a slow and meticulous process. careful to scope out anything unusual on the way in...