The Purge: Sol Blue & Bron Strada

It was easy to assume that shadows shouldn't move by themselves. They didn't have that kind of power. And yet, even as Rekka put on the show of being a woman for hire and lured the guards away from the door, a single spot of darkness had crept around the corner of the military base to watch the trio enter the building. It stayed in place even as Zeke came grappling over from another structure, though there was a small chuckle that was barely audible. It followed after the other Garou Knight as he entered, halting long enough to wait for the patrol to pass, the same one that had forced Zeke to duck into a room. It waited with all the patience it could muster -- which, to be fair, wasn't much but it did as well as it could.

Finally Zeke moved on and headed down the hall and so did his tail, the shifting mass of shadow following without hesitation or pause. It wasn't until he had entered the room with the bodies that it closed the distance between them. The shadow ducked under the door and then rose up from the floor, taking the more solid shape of a woman he would hopefully recognize. Monica Belle smirked at her timing; managing to catch him just as he was changing. "Now there's a sight I haven't forgotten." She complimented him in her own way, eying him casually. At this point, running into Zeke seemed to be common place so she didn't even question the fact that they had been assigned to the same mission.

"Disguises are a good way to go. Personally I was planning on seducing the guards but...apparently that other chick had the same thought?" She said with a shrug. She walked over and grabbed her own uniform to slip on, sliding it over her minimal clothing and zippering it up. Normally she would have changed outright, with absolutely no qualms about being nude in front of Zeke. After all, he'd already been gifted with that sight and more. Once she was fully dressed, she glanced down at the bodies and frowned. "Could have done better with hiding these though. Locking the door is nice but it won't stop guards with keys." She looked around the small room they were in and fortunately found a grouping of boxes in the far corner. Pulling off the tops of two of them, she made quick work of picking up the corpses and depositing them in the storage bins before shutting them once more.

She was brushing her hands off as she turned back to Zeke, her smirk still plastered on her face. "Time to split up then. Whoever finds Blue first gets to play with him. Tell the other woman that too." She turned towards the door, intent on leaving. But she paused and marched over to him once more, long enough to lean in close. "Good luck." She whispered before her form melted away into a shadow once more and darted underneath the door and into the hallway.

Ah hell, Zeke.

Monica was the kind of woman that spent time with another person intimately and then brushed them aside. She liked the company she got from them in that time spent -- but only in that time spent. After that, she didn't really want to spend time with them. It was nothing personal, just how she rolled.

But damnit if Zeke hadn't managed to stick around and keep her interest. He seemed so mild at first and that had just made her want to pull out the dirtier parts of him. Once she'd managed to pull him a bit out of his shell, she was more than a little surprised with how bold he was. And creative. At this point, others would have long left her memory. Maybe it was the fact that they were always around one another for one reason or the other. Whatever the case, she had crafted this flirtatious relationship with him. An actual relationship; it was fucking weird. Could she actually call it a friendship? Maybe. She trusted him; he proved he was a reliable fighter and could hold his own...

Not the time to be thinking about this.

Monica reformed into herself down the hall, her back pressed against a wall. She turned her head around the nearest corner, eying down the way to see if anyone happened to be on patrol. She'd lucked out; it was completely empty. With a small smirk, she twisted around the corner and began to walk down the way, whistling softly to herself. Carefully she examined each door, reading the signs beside the panels and the words inscribed on the metal. It would be much too easy if they just wrote out Blue's name on one of the offices.

Unfortunately for the sake of the competition, it seemed the other woman had managed to locate Blue. Zeke's words echoed in her mind in their quiet tone, informing her of the situation. She scowled and took off down the hall in a semi-sprint. "Oh no. Game ain't over until she has eyes on Blue." She said in rebellion, refusing to give up the challenge. She twisted around the next corner and had to fall into a quick walk as she passed by several guards. They eyed her oddly but did nothing more, silently resigned to believe she was a new recruit who was obviously late.

She turned down another hall and found an odd sight before her. An oddly alluring woman standing before a single guard, his attention completely on her. They were waiting for something or someone, perhaps permission to go inside. It wasn't hard to figure that this was the other Garou Knight. With a grin, she sunk down into a shadow and pressed herself against the corner between the floor and the wall. Silently she skidded along its surface until she came to the door, shooting an unseen glance up at Rekka before sinking underneath the crack of the door.

The shadowy mass curved around the lip of the door's crack and continued along the wall, moving quick and quiet enough that noticing such a thing would be hard. But Monica eventually came to a stop behind several large boxes, reforming once more in a squat behind the crates. She twisted her head enough to look around the edge, counting the number of guards in the room. Four, five including the one talking with the bastard himself. Sol Blue, right before her very eyes.

She grinned. "Game over." She whispered.