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[center]New York, Goldhill Bank.[/center]
[center]10 pm[/center]
[center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_zagM1Memfw]"New name, new blade."[/url][/center]

Like the gentle breeze of a summer wind, Shadow moved between the rooftops with weightless steps. Leaping onto a larger building, the swordsman climbed its length with haste, the fluidity of his movements barely human in their graceful execution. Feeling the night air brushing past his clothes with the accelerated speed, Shadow vaulted over the edge once he reached the rooftop, landing on his feet with catlike reflexes before he continued on. Many light breaths left his lips, muzzled by the mask covering his face, the obscuring shroud providing a link back to Tatsumei's voice. Hearing her instructions was an addition Shadow had grown used to throughout the months, as if a constant reminder of her presence. Accelerating an otherwise improved capability, Shadow's mask provided a highly technological selection which allowed for night vision, as well as providing a small digital map for traversal. Acquiring such an impressive gadget was explained as old acquaintances. Tatsumei was not alone in her endeavor to protect New York from its many threats. She was however the only remainder of a group once called The Trinity which was composed of her and two close friends, one of whom sat on impressive wealth. 

As every story has its end, The Trinity found itself outmatched at one point. Tatsumei managed to correct the mistake at a later opportunity, but the damage had been done. She was the sole survivor, and the loss turned her towards a darker path, one similar to Milo's path of bloodshed. Finding her way back was a feat, but she managed the task and eventually ran into knowledge of he who would now be known as Shadow. It is said that everything is linked together, and thus the two intertwined paths into a singular objective.

Lowering himself to a knee, Shadow tapped the side of his mask and zoomed in on the sight displayed before him. Far below the building which acted as an eagle-eyed view, Shadow saw the target of his assignment. The Goldhill Bank stood tall and proud, though infested with robbers eager to bathe in the riches within. Shadow had to give credit where it was due. At the very least, these thieves had not targeted the bank during daylight. Such an action would have brought with it a new slew of issues and complications. No less for them.

Further tapping the side of his mask, Shadow's view shifted into what Tatsumei described as the Analytical Mode which clearly revealed how many threats resided within the building, and where they were. Armed with assault rifles, AK-47s to be exact, they would cause quite a hassle if Shadow engaged them blade to barrel. Indeed, their bullets would not put him down with ease, but a myriad of lead from all sides would acquaint him with the floor sooner rather than later. 

Placing his foot on the edge of the rooftop, Shadow executed a leap of fate which would have shocked any onlooker, would he not have extended his left hand and fired a long, thin wire attaching itself to the bank's surface. Thought barely visible, Shadow's left bracer contained a very handy transportation device. It was hard to believe that he made ends meet without these trinkets.

Reaching the bank, Shadow flipped onto the roof with the wire quickly retracting to his bracer once it loosened from place. [color=#6B6969][b]"In position."[/b][/color] The boy's silent voice cracked through the night sky, vanishing with the incoming breeze. 

"There's an entrance to your left." Tatsumei's response reached Shadow's ears, her illumination barely necessary as the door stood apparent for anyone who'd look. The thieves had used this way to get in, the stairs leading down into the back part of the bank. Police were already on their way due to the alarm, but Shadow had made it his objective to arrive before them. If he could deal with this issue first, no one would come to harm.

Making his way down the stairs, Shadow reactivated the Analytical Mode of his mask, the visor revealing his enemies through the walls. There were seven of them, five working on filling their bags while two remained stationary, ever vigilant lookouts. Silently moving along the walls, Shadow positioned himself around the corner. With two shuriken between his fingers, Shadow revealed himself a mere moment before expertly throwing the stars at the lookouts. Knocked out cold from the electrical impact, the path was opened for Shadow's entrance. Arming himself with another three throwing stars, one between each finger, Shadow hastily proceeded into the vault and dashed forth. Throwing the shuriken in a wide arc, they connected with the lightly armored targets focused on their task. Fluidly moving his hand towards the blade on his back, Shadow slid forward and spun around with a swing of his sword, the edge sending a powerful shock through the bandit before the remaining enemy met the same treatment at the end of Shadow’s circular slash. 

The sound of sirens was now clearly audible outside the building, queuing Shadow’s exit. Hurrying up the stairs, Shadow threw himself off the roof and fired the wire from his left bracer to leave the area. It had been a clean job, one reliant on stealth. All the police had to do now was to apprehend the thieves who were all peacefully sleeping.