closed. saber, w5d5

[ There's unrest thick in the air of Westerley, a particularly volatile mix of sweat, blood, and smoke. Any form of peaceful protest has been since swallowed by violence, with attempted peacemakers on both sides faced with blades and blows. It then fell within logical prediction for the Company to fully mobilize their agents, as well as some of the Reclamation Agents - but they're all stretched thin after what had happened in the past few weeks, and two people really isn't enough to control a full street.

At least, he has the fortune of knowing the person he's been assigned to work with. He tightens the grip on his sword before throwing his partner a glance. ]

This will take a while.

[ No shit, Sherlock. ]