Reaper narrowed his eyes as the scene before him unfolded. Well, unfolded as far as he knew- he wasn't exactly in a position to see everything that had gone down.

But he could certainly [i]hear[/i] it. [color=crimson][i]Someone's having a lot of fun in there, it seems. How did I not merit an invite?[/i][/color] All joking aside though, this could either make things very easy or very difficult for him as he sneaked between the warehouses. He wasn't the stealthiest of folks, to be sure, but every little bit helped, if he was seeing this bull correctly.

[color=crimson][i]Jesus. Someone get the number of the truck that hit these poor bastards...[/i][/color] This was looking less and less like a good idea, the more he went along. Whoever this team was- runners, mercs, whatever- they seemed to have very few compunctions about letting loose with a few hot lead enemas. Hopefully he'd be more difficult to notice in the [i]now-incredibly-obvious fog bank[/i] rolling over the warehouses. [color=crimson][i]Hopefully they're all inside. Or would that be better? 'Cause then they hear me coming in through the door and make a lovely Swiss cheese sculpture out of me.

...Gods DAMMIT, Henrik.[/i][/color] He really needed a fixer when this was all over- this solo drek was too much trouble to be worth it.

He finally reached the warehouse he was supposed to infiltrate. Or would have had to infiltrate, if those corpses were any indication. And just inside, his new best friends for the evening, standing amid their handiwork. Or hanging from the ceiling like Spider-Man, in one kid's case.

[color=crimson][i]Cute.[/i][/color] Reaper pondered his options. There were obviously too many of them to take on his own, even if they hadn't been so equipped as they obviously were. Full-frontal wasn't an option. Of course, neither was indirect- from the looks of things, they were already upon the paydata he'd been sent to boost. It wasn't like he could just invisible himself and yank it away, [i]especially[/i] if one of them was a mage and could sniff him out the moment he started pulling in mojo to cast something.

[color=crimson][i]So... direct won't work. Neither will indirect. And flubbing my first job back in The Crescent City sets a[/i] terrible [i]precedent, and also severely limits my chances of getting rehired. Hm.

Neither direct nor indirect... maybe I could do both?[/i][/color] Reaper unbuckled the machete from his belt, still in its sheath, and pulled his Ares Predator from its holster, grabbing it by the barrel so it couldn't be construed as threatening, then, taking a deep breath, and putting on his most winning smile, stepped inside.

[color=crimson]"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!"[/color] he said cheerily, dropping his weapons on the ground in plain view, raising his hands to appear non-threatening. [color=crimson]"I am here to negotiate not being shot in the ass, if you would care to listen!"[/color]