12-07-2018, 11:47 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-07-2018, 11:52 AM by Jace Deckard.)
Jace puts his back to the door that Sage points out as they near it, making sure that no one is tailing them or paying too much attention to their activities. It takes him a second to analyze the shadows enough to be sure nothing more than a stray cat is moving in them. He ignores the banter in his ear, only offering a faintly amused smirk.
He turns back to Sage and his lips purse thoughtful as he considers, then says, “As much as I don’t want to lose the element of surprise, yeah. Might as well.” He was saving for a piece of tech that would make his vigilante lifestyle infinitely easier but so far the gangs they’d dismantled were small potatoes with even smaller bank accounts. They made enough to make ends meet with generally only a pittance to spare.
Jace pulls open the door and eases into a maintenance room, glancing around to make sure they don't startle any homeless using the place as shelter (or interrupt a drug deal). The room is empty except for the hum of machinery and a set of stairs at the back lead down into the tunnels. “Alright, Kali, which way?” He asks at the bottom of the stairs, glancing left and right as his hand settles around the hilt of the tactical knife at his side.
He turns back to Sage and his lips purse thoughtful as he considers, then says, “As much as I don’t want to lose the element of surprise, yeah. Might as well.” He was saving for a piece of tech that would make his vigilante lifestyle infinitely easier but so far the gangs they’d dismantled were small potatoes with even smaller bank accounts. They made enough to make ends meet with generally only a pittance to spare.
Jace pulls open the door and eases into a maintenance room, glancing around to make sure they don't startle any homeless using the place as shelter (or interrupt a drug deal). The room is empty except for the hum of machinery and a set of stairs at the back lead down into the tunnels. “Alright, Kali, which way?” He asks at the bottom of the stairs, glancing left and right as his hand settles around the hilt of the tactical knife at his side.