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The Mission Routine (SM Halloween Mission Part 1)

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Seer stared up at Harrow through his hair, nodding and moving in rapid strides towards his room, silently climbing up the stairs and past an excited Caster, who waved at him happily. He did a sort of salute-wave hybrid back, raising his hand and moving it to the side in one quick motion, stopping after it had moved about thirty five degrees for a moment before it returned to his side.
Seer turned into his room, which was mostly bare, devoid of all decoration and even furniture, the bare walls making the room look abandoned. On one side of the room sat a large, wooden desk pressed against the wall, above it sat a large wall-mounted mirror. Behind the desk was a simple office chair that had seen better days, the cloth covering the arm rests was shredded as was the cloth on the seat. A bed sat on the other end of the room, Pressed into the corner, the bed made and dust gathering on the sheets.

Seer closed the door behind him gently, which proved difficult since it scraped on the door frame whenever it shut. Once it was closed, he twisted the lock, despite knowing that everyone in this building was easily capable of getting into a locked room if they really wanted to. Regardless, he did it and then proceeded to pull the chair out from behind the desk, revealing a cardboard box in the space where legs would go if one were to sit with their chair tucked in. 

He got down on his knees and gingerly pulled the box out, flipping open the top cardboard flaps and pulling out a photograph. Seer regarded it for a moment,  struck by a sudden twinge of sadness, before setting it down next to him and pulling out what he had come for, a tattered black cloak, not quite so different as what you could imagine the grim reaper itself wearing. It was woven from a tough material, which could stop or slow down bullets and had saved his life a few times. He set it down on top of the desk and then pulled out what was under it, two vicious looking daggers, with bladed knuckle dusters on the handle and long, angular blades both a dull grey in colour. Etched into the side of the metal in flowing handwriting were their names: Virtue and Vice. He set them up on the desk as well before replacing the picture, closing the box, and pushing it back under the desk. 

Seer got to his feet, opening a drawer on the side of the desk and examining dozens of blank white bottles of pills, interspersed with the occasional dark bottle, shining beetle-black. He reached in, pulled out a white bottle, and shook it, hearing the rattle of pills inside. He placed it on the desk and then grabbed a black bottle, shaking it and hearing the sound of a single pill bouncing around inside. He put that one in his pocket. 

He leaned forward on the desk, brushing his hair to the side and seeing his face. His piercing golden eyes that had terrified so many targets started back, the light that seemed to shine from within their pupils making him seem like some kind of monster. The rest of his face looked perfectly human, however. His old team-mates used to constantly tell him that if he would get a haircut the ladies would be all over him.  He chuckled darkly at the thought and then pulled down on the skin below his eye with a finger, pulling the eyelid down and exposing more of the eyeball. Seer angled his head so that his eyes were pointing up but still looking at his reflection, which caused his hair to fall back down in front of his face in a torrent of white. He used his other hand to hold it up above his face and then he saw it, that familiar creeping darkness on the white of his eye, moving in gentle waves, like a dark ocean in his sclera. 

In a motion he had done many times before, he sat back from the mirror, unscrewed the top of the white bottle, and downed two of the pills before replacing the cap and pocketing it. He sat in the chair as a stinging sensation passed through his body in waves, like there were thousands of mosquitoes moving about just under his skin, their spindly legs digging into the exposed nerves. Well, that's what he figures it would feel like, that sort of thing itself was something he hoped he would never experience. 

He pulled on the cloak and grabbed the daggers, feeling them click into place in the metal rings on his belt. He flipped up the hood and stepped towards the bed, pulling out a sleek sniper rifle out from under it with a bayonet as long as his lower arm attached to the barrel. He checked the clip and then grabbed a belt of ammunition out from under the bed, throwing it across his chest and making his way to the window. He slid it open and there was a knock on his door.

"Hey, Seer, you in there? 
It was Harrow. He knocked again, then jostled the doorknob.
"There's something I forgot to tell you about your mission!"
But Seer was already gone, having leapt out the window and scaled the wall of the neighbouring building, jumping from roof to roof to the location where he would meet his client. 



That is the general routine Seer has before his missions, although the encounters with the other mercs generally do not happen. 
Coming up next: SEERS MISSION TO SAVE A MAN FROM HIS DEMONS. LITERALLY. 

Also if i screwed up some stuff ie. other peoples characters, do let me know.
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FreakyFanatic101's avatar
And of course whatever Harrow forgot is going to be of huge importance later. Great team leading there, man.