[ reconnaissance sounds like a strange thing for the company to prioritize during this time of rampant conflict.
then again, the resistance is not a new group to rise out of the rioting fray. for the first time in years, his earpiece doesn't whisper with their agenda. the usual double agents that intercept his comm lines are unusually silent, and he hears precious little of this hyperion in whispers on the streets, in company gossip. they don't disclose anything during their meetings with him; they give him just enough to know what he's looking out for, what he's meant to report after this mission. everything he does, he's meant to report back to hijikata. and from there, hijikata would report to someone higher up. it's a little -- embarrassing, perhaps, to work with someone who had been on equal footing with him before his demotion, but there's no use crying over spilled milk. after all, hijikata has his orders, and shiro has his; as long as they stick to their respective duties, there was really nothing more to it than another job.
in some parts of westerley, the riots have gotten better -- in others, and in this one, it feels like they've gotten worse. the people spit at the ground behind them. they look like they're one wrong look away from charging at them, but with their big guns and long swords, they'd be hard-pressed to really follow through.
but that
doesn't really stop them from starting to hurl eggs and tomatoes and everything but the kitchen sink in their path. shiro's gun is still on safety, but he's certainly eyeing hijikata and the sword strapped to his side with wary patience. the company wouldn't bat an eye if they decided to do away with the mob right then. but scattering the people now would just make the info gathering more difficult, he feels.
(there's also, you know, the fact he's not into the idea of coldblooded murder. there's a reason he'd been assigned to acclimation training, after all.) ]
There's a bar about three blocks from here, Sir.
Supposedly it's a popular meeting point. I think it might be worth checking out.
hijikata; w7d6
then again, the resistance is not a new group to rise out of the rioting fray. for the first time in years, his earpiece doesn't whisper with their agenda. the usual double agents that intercept his comm lines are unusually silent, and he hears precious little of this hyperion in whispers on the streets, in company gossip. they don't disclose anything during their meetings with him; they give him just enough to know what he's looking out for, what he's meant to report after this mission. everything he does, he's meant to report back to hijikata. and from there, hijikata would report to someone higher up. it's a little -- embarrassing, perhaps, to work with someone who had been on equal footing with him before his demotion, but there's no use crying over spilled milk. after all, hijikata has his orders, and shiro has his; as long as they stick to their respective duties, there was really nothing more to it than another job.
in some parts of westerley, the riots have gotten better -- in others, and in this one, it feels like they've gotten worse. the people spit at the ground behind them. they look like they're one wrong look away from charging at them, but with their big guns and long swords, they'd be hard-pressed to really follow through.
but that
doesn't really stop them from starting to hurl eggs and tomatoes and everything but the kitchen sink in their path. shiro's gun is still on safety, but he's certainly eyeing hijikata and the sword strapped to his side with wary patience. the company wouldn't bat an eye if they decided to do away with the mob right then. but scattering the people now would just make the info gathering more difficult, he feels.
(there's also, you know, the fact he's not into the idea of coldblooded murder. there's a reason he'd been assigned to acclimation training, after all.) ]
There's a bar about three blocks from here, Sir.
Supposedly it's a popular meeting point. I think it might be worth checking out.