Azrael had been briefed of his very first mission to assassinate the recipient of a biological weapon. As he drove near the targets meeting location, his hood had been raised to help obscure his face from any potential witnesses. He has chosen to prepare without any body armor, only a black hooded jacket and a pair of jeans as well as some dark blue running shoes. He has done over a months worth of research into titan online for the Underground had chosen and given the orphan a chance to prove himself . Lurking admist the crowd . He drew his thin blade from his sleeve, holding the handle tightly, his eyes darting back and forth . The armed guards were trading the package with one man in front leading vanguard and the other two behind him only a few feet apart . As he inched closer through the crowd, when he spotted the target and saw an easy opening if he played on the guards' adrenaline and pressure to cause them to crumble apart . As approached walking past the group, he quickly stuck his knife into the captains vocal cords, plucking the blade out hands shaking ever so slightly he pivoted and shoved the body into the man on the back left ."The body of their partner should provide me enough cover to silence the witnesses." Azrael thought as he moved to the left of the body, piercing through his lower arms sliding the blade out he held the blade in a reverse grip while the blood flung off into the man's eyes.The back members opened fire on the former comrade while crimson soaked through the body armor as a thin body slide underneath slicing the Achilles tendon of one while he bent the wrist of the other's hand . Warmth started to trickle down from his thigh as he delivered a stab into the guards wrist rolling backward to pull him into the ground. He pushed down on the man's skull and yanked the knife out as he delivered a final mercy . Rushing back to close the gap between him and the blinded man, Azrael lunged his blade like a viper stabbing in-between his ribcage, feeling a solid crunch as the blade became jammed into his rib . He kicked him square in the chest, doing a blind fire with the fully automatic smg he had been equipped with . Feeling hot searing warmth spread on his arms he had no choice other than to repeatedly swerve his body while he poked and prodded at the man's heart finally and rather quickly putting an end to him but not without more wounds than he had needed. Taking the package, he quickly exhales and inhales, wheezing but not allowing himself to catch a breath and stumbling slightly. He pushes on to his temporary house he had prepared for a part of his own preparation.
Hissing as he threads the blazing hot needle in and out of his now naked body, his hands being affected from the adrenaline and shock of his own hands embarking on the path he had chosen in order to thrive. He splashes water onto his face and finally opens the package to claim his prize a collection of strings "what is this?" "What could some strings do".
Taking a deep breath suddenly he feels his stomach do flips.