<<< 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 >>>

<<< Overwatch had likely catalogued him as a major threat not to be engaged with unless by multiple, highly trained operatives or with heavy weaponry.

❝ Save yourself the effort of a scream and go quietly, /with dignity/... ❞

<<< and sisters in arms.

<<< the shadows.

Reaper positioned himself just above the doorframe, his misty form poised to remanifest his body to viciously gouge the flesh of the visitor once they took conscious note of the numerous beds of bodies, faces frozen in fear as their lives were taken right next to their brothers >>>

<<< sound could be heard coming from behind a door. Was it an operative returning to where they slept? That was unlike the organization... Usually, schedules were adhered to down to the letter. No problem, if his cover was to be blown, he'd gladly oblige the surprise guest with an attack from >>>

<<< was run by Overwatch. A waste of time, that's what he'd call it.

In the dead of night, a dark mist of decay slipped around in the barracks, strangling the life out of new recruits in their sleep. All that was left were guards outside, though something caught the wraith's attention when a >>>

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Talon and Overwatch were both undergoing new eras of sorts, leading the senior members to need to kick it into high gear to keep up with the new bloods. How interesting it was then when a senior member of Talon's high council was sent to a low population outpost that >>>