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Who: Kazama, Gawain
Where: Terra, shopping district
When: Dusk
Summary: Gawain's mission to undermine Kazama as the latter is robbed
Rating: R
The sun was falling behind the tall buildings of central Terra. The dull rays hit his back, casting an elongated shadow of a man with a cigarette in his mouth across the pavement. An assortment of lights - though largely red and yellow in color - illuminated the distance where Chinatown lay with its busy restaurants and draconian signs. His motorcycle stood parked by the general store. He wore a black jumpsuit and held his bike helmet to his hip. He tapped flakes of ash from his cigarette, never straying his vision from the crest of the road.
It was about time. Gawain fixed the helmet over his head - his cigarette tenaciously pursed between tiers - and entered the store. The clerk became wary of him immediately, it was of no surprise considering his closed headgear. There was not much he could do to alleviate the suspicion; he merely picked up a magazine and pretended to take interest. His target was clever enough to not maintain specific routines for too long but if the information he gathered was correct, he would soon pay the store a visit, and not walk out.
Where: Terra, shopping district
When: Dusk
Summary: Gawain's mission to undermine Kazama as the latter is robbed
Rating: R
The sun was falling behind the tall buildings of central Terra. The dull rays hit his back, casting an elongated shadow of a man with a cigarette in his mouth across the pavement. An assortment of lights - though largely red and yellow in color - illuminated the distance where Chinatown lay with its busy restaurants and draconian signs. His motorcycle stood parked by the general store. He wore a black jumpsuit and held his bike helmet to his hip. He tapped flakes of ash from his cigarette, never straying his vision from the crest of the road.
It was about time. Gawain fixed the helmet over his head - his cigarette tenaciously pursed between tiers - and entered the store. The clerk became wary of him immediately, it was of no surprise considering his closed headgear. There was not much he could do to alleviate the suspicion; he merely picked up a magazine and pretended to take interest. His target was clever enough to not maintain specific routines for too long but if the information he gathered was correct, he would soon pay the store a visit, and not walk out.