<<< certain junker was nearby...

Just what the hell was /he/ doing here at a park?

<<< was obscured by several masks layered on top of each other.

He was walking his black lab, Shadow, and actually enjoying the day for once. No good thing ever lasts forever though, does it? The peace was disturbed by the smell of singed hair and gunpowder, one of the telltale signs that a >>>

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It was very rare that Reaper would interact with anyone outside of Talon unless it was for the express purpose to kill or gather supplies. Today was a unique circumstance though, for the wraith was wearing a casual disguise, hiding almost all of his skin and his face >>>

<<< condition, finding it to be exactly like what it was, an anomaly. Granted, part of it was likely examining the remnants of whatever Angela did to the man to "save" his life.

Knock knock... Death has arrived at the door.

<<< as grand as having been brought back from the darkness of death by one of those colleagues.

Nevertheless, Reyes was due for a check-up with Moira today. As such, he complied with procedure and arrived at the personal lab of the disgraced geneticist. She always /did/ love picking at his >>>

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The past always finds a way to creep up on people, the two premier members of Talon's high council, Moira and Reyes, knew that more than most. Be it old colleagues acting in ways that disrupted the flow of whatever order the two had in their lives or something >>>

<<< about when the last shot was to hit the armor.

Even if the armored figure managed to dodge it, that dodge would cause the aspect of death to gain distance... Damned if you do, damned if you don't.

<<< punch through the armor before they "dissolve", the wound would sting like its namesake. Additionally, the surrounding area not torn into would suffer near immediate necrosis.

<<< and just how few were a match for him when he got serious.

The wraith didn't bother moving his head to follow the aggressor up until he heard the half step, immediately jumping to the right, drawing his dual "Hellfire" shotguns and firing a round from each. Should they find their mark and >>>

<<< mask. Reports made by international news would describe this figure simply as "The Reaper" and an operative of Talon.

The phantom turned his head to face to the figure observing him, his own senses heightened to a point that no normal individual should have.

❝ . . . Just /try it/. ❞

<<< That wouldn't explain the power signature though. It was armor, it had to be.

The mist eventually stopped in place, forming a blotch of darkness on the ground by a table. There were eyes on it. It could feel it...

The mist swirls and forms into the cloaked figure wearing death's skull as a >>>

<<< last however, the mist arrived at the lowest level, breaching another crack before it began to resume a search. Someone was here recently, or perhaps even they were still here...

There were more imprints, /big/ ones... Someone in power armor? Either that or they were large on their own. >>>

<<< what Talon's head engineers had on display.

Some of the mist broke away from the main body though, creeping into small cracks leading to circuitry. Power wasn't flowing, but it wasn't damaged... Not yet, anyways. A few wires were cut, electrical boards snapping in some places, etc.

At long >>>

<<< compound, the cloud of death was soon approaching, a potential battle plan forming. Despite how obvious these renovations were, there was clearly an unnatural intelligence behind this. This tech was something that a lot of companies would kill for, though fairly privative when compared with >>>