... Fangs?

Tycho paused, looking up from the scope of his rifle down into the sprawl of the city level below. It was strange-- short nicknames were things he threw out constantly, and yet somehow the act of being given one himself was a big enough to catch him off guard. Hornet was the only one to have really done that to him, once upon a time. He knew it wasn't quite the same now, but... it was strangely comforting, in its own little way. He really was making true friends out here, or at the very least good allies. He let out a quietly happy huff, before keying his implants.

"Looking at one of the spots that stood out to me from the list... old liquid-hydrogen plant, not far from that transit hub you were at before. Wanted a good view. Will probably see you any second."

His voice was a whisper, even if he was sure he was alone. The Vlaka stood at the window of an empty apartment, the only light spilling into the room being from the hallway at his back, through an ajar lock-picked door.

"Got a good feeling about it... place seems like it's in the perfect little corner. Feel like most of the foot traffic in Scán'tanei shifts away from this end, towards the nicer side of things southaways. Here, things are quiet... no better place to hide than in the shadow of bigger shit going on."

While the trio began making preparations, a fourth lingered by an open-air stall, haggling over a platter of street food. While they appeared by all outward observations to be an elderly human woman, apparently one of the many denizens of the capital world, she was in truth not at all what she appeared. Eliza Lockheed, though presently passing herself off as 'Ellen', kept a distant watch of the hunters, muttering into her earpiece as she shuffled along.

"Observation log one, assessment of potential assets, codenamed Scion, Lupus, and Hawkeye. Expected mission difficulty: minimal. Assessment purpose: determine candidates' capacity to react to unknowns in a sensitive environment while still completing mission objectives," she said softly, the thin, reedy voice of her disguised form never reaching more than a foot from where she stood, drowned out by the ambient noise of the city-world. Eliza didn't expect much to come of this observation mission she'd set for herself, but while Eresh had told her snippets of their misadventure at the corporate black site- a matter that she needed to investigate further to determine if there were any links beyond the now-destroyed world that might implicate Faro Industries further, and thus warrant legal actions by the Terran Confederation- she still needed to document their performance herself. Eliza trusted the Mawkin utterly, but she very much doubted her superiors within DAW would. At least, not on word alone. As a result, she was milling about, munching on a skewer of seasoned meat from beneath her hooded shawl, waiting for the hunters to begin their mission, so that she could follow after from the shadows.

There was silence on the other end of the comm for a good fifteen seconds or so before Eresh’s voice came through again.

++”Anyone who thinks they can make an easy mark with you is going to regret their life decisions quite severely; for however many milliseconds it will take for a magnetically accelerated round to find their cranium. I have eyes on you now, Ha’chidari. Proceed as you see fit.”++

The comm then went silent once again. Eresh would keep watch from his new vantage point.. frowning behind his helmet. Part of him hoped that someone would be foolish to try something, give him a reason to vent the repressed aggression that was ticking away at the back of his mind. But.. he’d much rather prefer if things remained as “calm” as they were as long as possible. At least until they finally reached their target.