Reports suggest the target is located in the ruins of an old city. Target is considered armed and dangerous. Be advised there is a high risk of death in this operation. Employers want the target alive, but dead is also acceptable if it cannot be helped.
Is this understood?
Without Question.
The dropship unloaded the lone soldier amidst the wreckage of the war torn city. Judging by the collateral damage, it was a brutal conflict. A fair few of the buildings had collapsed, with the shells of burnt out vehicles stretched along the sidewalk. Such a place would make a suitable hiding spot for a wanted criminal, but none could hide for long when M.A.T.C.H. was tasked with their containment.
Did One feel comfortable working for such a corporation hell bent on becoming a malevolent force of questionable morality? Pondering such things did nothing for him in the long run as he explored the damaged streets. Thoughts like these tended to spread doubt for his actions, yet when it came for him to act, the soldier obeyed without question. Perhaps it simply wasn't his purpose to question these things, he was made to be a weapon, not a philosopher. Whatever his train of thought brought him to in the grand scheme of his purpose, he still had his mission, and he was determined to complete it.
Arriving at a four way intersection, the sky looked to be getting cloudy. Gray filtered light replaced the bright atmosphere, giving more credence to what people believed of this place. One and his target were likely the only souls inside this city, the rest either bones or ashes in the wind. If his skills were strong enough, and the events of this battle went as they usually did on these missions, then he would soon become utterly alone in this eerie concrete graveyard.
Activating the heat sensors within his helmet, the elf would begin turning his head from left to right, searching for his quarry. One was not enlightened on the exact crimes this creature had to have committed to warrant having an elite soldier deployed to arrest him, but it he figured it was enough to make him dangerous. Being cautious saved one's life more often than not, and One would not go blindly walking into a trap just to get this over with. M.A.T.C.H. was a patient creature, and so would be fine with him taking his time, allowing for professionalism to overtake sloppy decisions. Soon, he would discover the whereabouts of his opponent, wherever they hid, and detain them in the name of the law. Should they wish to refuse this, then at least he was given the go ahead to slay the target if necessary.
[Electrical charge at 90%]
@Spawnmeme
Is this understood?
Without Question.
The dropship unloaded the lone soldier amidst the wreckage of the war torn city. Judging by the collateral damage, it was a brutal conflict. A fair few of the buildings had collapsed, with the shells of burnt out vehicles stretched along the sidewalk. Such a place would make a suitable hiding spot for a wanted criminal, but none could hide for long when M.A.T.C.H. was tasked with their containment.
Did One feel comfortable working for such a corporation hell bent on becoming a malevolent force of questionable morality? Pondering such things did nothing for him in the long run as he explored the damaged streets. Thoughts like these tended to spread doubt for his actions, yet when it came for him to act, the soldier obeyed without question. Perhaps it simply wasn't his purpose to question these things, he was made to be a weapon, not a philosopher. Whatever his train of thought brought him to in the grand scheme of his purpose, he still had his mission, and he was determined to complete it.
Arriving at a four way intersection, the sky looked to be getting cloudy. Gray filtered light replaced the bright atmosphere, giving more credence to what people believed of this place. One and his target were likely the only souls inside this city, the rest either bones or ashes in the wind. If his skills were strong enough, and the events of this battle went as they usually did on these missions, then he would soon become utterly alone in this eerie concrete graveyard.
Activating the heat sensors within his helmet, the elf would begin turning his head from left to right, searching for his quarry. One was not enlightened on the exact crimes this creature had to have committed to warrant having an elite soldier deployed to arrest him, but it he figured it was enough to make him dangerous. Being cautious saved one's life more often than not, and One would not go blindly walking into a trap just to get this over with. M.A.T.C.H. was a patient creature, and so would be fine with him taking his time, allowing for professionalism to overtake sloppy decisions. Soon, he would discover the whereabouts of his opponent, wherever they hid, and detain them in the name of the law. Should they wish to refuse this, then at least he was given the go ahead to slay the target if necessary.
[Electrical charge at 90%]
@Spawnmeme