We Got Innocence Today ✧ Private, Job [Evan]

Being an information broker was somewhat of a daunting task because most of the time, your sources needed to be air-tight. Good sources weren't always the same people because that leads to getting too comfortable. Get too comfortable, get lazy. Get too lazy, start cutting corners. Poof. You fade into irrelevancy and disappear because the system is against you. Not like he could really complain. He's never been noticed anyways, so what's the big deal about a permanent erasure?

The young agent actually arrived at the destination a day in advance. He had to research things as well as set up so he could his eyes all over the town. It'd be a pain if something major happened in an area that he couldn't see. He set up invisible lacrima cameras that could capture whatever he needed in a 360-degree environment. The more prepared he was, the quicker he could get this over with. But, sometimes, when you were over prepared, that made it get boring.

He was up at the crack of dawn the day of. He needed to be on high alert all day in all honesty. Someone's life was at stake, and this was the first protection job the white haired male had been assigned. Most of the time, he'd been assigned menial tasks that didn't really mean much, but this one was a lot more interesting. He also was usually never assigned to field work. Always ground support. If his Magic Council assigned partner wasn't any help, he could take care of everything by himself.

Opening around seven screens, live feed of the lacrima cameras would be captured onto the screens so that he didn't really need to move from his spot. He was in a secluded building near the middle of town, so he wasn't too far from everything. A notification of activity on a rooftop appeared over one of the feeds. Pinching his fingers would cause that specific screen to become larger as he watched something unfold.

Seems that his partner had been here for a while and was just now receiving information about him. Another notification appeared as it caught onto the radio frequency. It was encrypted, which meant it was from that part of the Magic Council. Smiling to himself as he tapped the screen, audio waves would be recorded as he listened to the brunette speak to her director.

Black Mamba. That was her code name? Interesting. Perhaps he should think of an alias. He only really went by Oracle but based on the director's name, it probably had an animal theme. In the corner of his eye, a spider was building its web. Observing the intricacy of the web, Evan would nearly jump as he heard an extremely high frequency. Good lord, that was a pain to deal with and he hadn't even been wearing a headset. That poor girl. She's being treated like a dog.

It was a little annoying that he could relate completely to that kind of treatment.

Pulling up another screen, Evan would begin typing a message. Thanks to the extra range provided by the cameras, he could send a direct message to appear right in front of Black Mamba. As he finished typing the message, he looked at the bottom, pondering what to sign it as. Chuckling for a second as he finished typing his message, Evan would flick his wrist as the screen in front of him disappeared.

Observing through the lacrima camera, a message would appear in front of the brunette girl as she cleaned her gun.

Does all of the Magic Council phrase it that badly when talking about me? I understand that I'm not supposed to make skin to skin contact, but it really sounds horrible the way she said it. Also, tell your director to be more careful about the frequency she talks to you with. Getting through that encryption was child's play.

On another note, I'm hoping that you are a good shot. I'm perfectly comfortable where I am, and don't feel like having to do this all by myself. I can completely fill you in on where to go and what to shoot, but if you don't react fast enough, you force me to ruin my set up and directly solve the problems myself. Black Mamba, don't make me leave the web that I set up. It'll be a lot more of hassle than you realize.

- White Widow

P.S: Smile. You're on camera.

WC: 746 / 1,500
Tags: @Black Mamba
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Evan gave a playful smirk when he heard her comment upon the lacrima cameras. He had to go all out, other resources for information got lazy but he needed to constantly stay on top of his toes. Gazing at the figure of his partner, he'd notice her putting her gun back together and noting the design and model of the gun. It was something that was unique to her, and there wasn't many of them in the world. The only one that was in constant use seemed to be her's. Interesting to note.

His eyebrows raised as Black Mamba continued to talk to no one in particular. She caught on quick, unlike previous job partners. She knew that he could probably hear her, no matter where she was, and with that assumption, she'd be correct. The lacrima cameras were completely equipped with high-quality mics that could pick up even the bugs flying around. However, that wasn't his concern at the moment.

Hearing about how he was hiding made him inwardly groan. There were a little too much people, who preferred to work lone wolf and didn't enjoy when people hid behind whatever they could. But, something that Black Mamba didn't realize was that knowing was half the battle. Evan could easily do this all alone considering he contains the knowledge and the firepower to deal with all of this. But, why would he shoulder all that work alone when he can simply work at it easier with someone else? If he wanted, he could just tap her on the neck without his glove and find out everything about her. But, he's not like that so he wouldn't... unless she kept up this attitude.

Rolling his eyes as the brunette continued, his attention would be caught on the girl as she stated that she was still on the normal type gym leader and has been struggling on her. Was she stupid? It wasn't that hard to beat her. Just bring a rock type and she can't do anything against you. Pausing for a second, Evan would pull up a screen to bring himself to the frequency that her earpiece was attuned to. It didn't take too long and he made sure to deafen her end so she didn't realize that he was adjusting himself to speak with her.

Clicking the screen to undeafen her, a light chuckle would echo in the empty room as he spoke to her, "You're still at her? I've been done that game forever." He appreciated the comment about as long as he knew what he was doing, it was fine. It was going to go fine regardless.

Evan saw as the major pulled up out of the car. He really looked exactly how someone would expect. Rolling his eyes, Evan would watch as a little girl ran out of the house to greet him. Evan felt his face twitch. He wasn't stupid. He was jealous. He had someone to return home to. He never even had a place to call home.

Shaking his head, he'd note as Black Mamba stated that she only has seven shots where her silencer can be active. Making note of that on another screen, so that he needed to make sure he thought ahead in case there were more targets. A screen began to flash red as Evan clicked it, enlarging it. The camera would be following a mage who was hidden in a building, near the major. He seemed to be ready to pounce. A fireball in his hand, he'd be waiting for the moment where the girl was let down out of his arms.

Speaking calmly but quickly, Evan would inform the poised sniper as she waited calmly. "From your location, there is a fire mage who is ninety degrees north west. He will be hopping out of the building. The minute you see him peak his head out, get him. If he falls near the major, I'll be ready to react so that he doesn't see a thing." Opening up the boarded window, Evan would place an unactivated teleporter on the ground of his mini base. Perching himself on the edge of the window sill, the imagination mage would prepare to grappel immediately to Mamba's location and take care of the body. Chuckling as he waited, the young man would state aloud. "I usually don't show contacts my face but seems you might get the special treatment."

Banter always kept customers interested and if Black Mamba was as good as the Magic Council reported, he wouldn't mind in the slightest becoming a regular operative with her. Having a good offense is amazing especially when you have a support as good as Evan.


WC: 1,531 / 1,500
Tags: @Black Mamba
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