A smartly dressed man, adorned in a sharp, black suit, sauntered down a finely decorated balcony, overlooking the banquet that was just getting underway down below. It was sparsely populated, maybe a dozen or so people he could see. The action was going on downstairs, and the only people that would remain here, up above, would be those that weren’t the biggest socialites. To be expected of a bunch of scientists that preferred to be nose deep in data, not martinis. Though he wasn’t one to perform experiments, the man would include himself with that group, as he disdainfully looked at the party goers. Social get togethers and celebrations were much too stuffy for him. His black dress shoes echoed off the polished marble floor as he walked. Little symbols and lines were etched into it. He considered it tacky, much like the tapestries and paintings that were hung along the wall. Like the mess some poor soul of an interior designer would call "proper decoration”, this little shindig wasn’t the man’s style, but he had reasons to be here other than greet and mingle.

He was an agent, performing all sorts of espionage, investigation, and reconnaissance. For this particular case, he had been inserted, with his partner, to safeguard their client, a woman named Robin. From the mission data he had gone over, this woman was an award winning scientist, who might have some sort of connection to a cult that was recently gaining notoriety. And, because she was an award winning scientist, she was of course the life of the party. The man grumbled lightly under his breath. This was just going to make their mission all that much more annoying. Their client would constantly be in a swarm of people, leaving her vulnerable to any sort of miscreant or villain that could blend in and move easily throughout the crowd.

The man came to a stop towards the end of the balcony, right before the stairs that led downward. Bending over, he rested his arms on the railing. Speaking of the aforementioned partner, the radio that was planted into his lapel buzzed at that moment, alerting him to her request for contact. He pressed a small button that was attached to a cufflink, activating the wireless microphone. His partner’s feminine voice was soft, and she inquired to how his view was. Chrom. That was name she spoke, it belonging to the male agent she was talking to. Chrom’s eyes scanned the perimeter surrounding the larger crowd that their client found herself in the middle of. [color=0054a6]“I can’t complain right now. I have a full visual of the client and her immediate surroundings.”[/color], he responded in a hushed tone. He went silent for a moment as he surveyed the area again. Aside from a couple of scientists being bold at the drink bar, knocking back drink after drink. probably because of irritation towards their client, there wasn’t much to note. [color=0054a6]“Nothing unusual at the moment.”[/color], he continued on. [color=0054a6]“If our little bird has her "friends” in attendance, they haven’t made themselves known yet.“ [/color]