Clack...Clack.....Clack

Another bullet shined and cleaned before being placed softly on the floor in rows of three; Relaxing in the corner of the room with eyes closed and rag in hand, used to shine the bullets pulled from one of his pouches. Sitting there in his usual black cloak that covered his body that nicely hid what his gloved hands did underneath. The covering and lack of restriction like that of a coat or jacket as the top of the cloak acted like a scarf over the lower part of his face.

Only the closed eyes that were often cold; lacking of the normal emotions as tufts of his dark purplish hair hovered over them. other then the light shuffling of his cloak, no other movement came from him until he placed down another finished bullet, whether doing so to simply pass the time or because it had become a habit of his to clean them before using, was still unsure to the others of the agency.

Boredom could of been another factor since the agency had been slow lately with lacking in such supernatural cases, though it didn't bother Nex too much. It gave him time to think and to study the other members for he had been taught to know who he was working with. Betrayal could happen at any moment and one in his profession must always be prepared for the unexpected, which worked quite well since it a trait most detectives were known for.

Deeply inhaling to smell the faint scent of rain that threatened to follow with a storm; mostly drowned out by the stench of cigarette smoke that filled and lingered in almost every room. Evident of course from Toshiko; leader of the agency who was a bit of a heavy smoker at times, hardly a hindrance, but annoying with his trained senses able to pick up the smell easier than most. Eyes opened to reveal two light violet eyes, to gaze at the others within the room with his cold gaze.

Each of them seemed to grow tired or bored of this endless lacking of cases with Amjad carving away on some clay jar; one he had hardly spoken with. Then his eyes fell briefly on the youngest member of the Agency who seemed deep in thought and fidgety; clear signs that boredom was hitting him the hardest, though to be expected from a kid full of energy and life. Still, he found it strange that this Toshiko would allow someone so young to join, well not like he could say anything being so young himself. Until the faint click of the door opening and hearing Sokichi announce himself in that cheerful manner on such a bleak, dull, dreary day like this and soon picked up the fresh citrus scent that at least partially drowned out the smell of ashy smoke.

Setting down another bullet before peering over to the window with the sight of the grim, greyish skies as the wind seemed to gradually grow stronger, yet, still his ears were able to hear the barely noticeable creak of footsteps coming from the stairs. Toshiko soon entered the room only to be hounded by Jun with hopeful questions for a case.

So enthralled in his excitement that he failed to notice the look in her eyes that answered his question. 

It seems a big storm lies in store for this agency; another soft clack of a clean bullet set in place among the others.