A white haired young man with dark skin and a red longcoat stood atop the roof of a rather ritzy hotel. One for well off people with a lot of money to blow. Though he wasn't here for the hotel - he had neither the will to blow off money nor the want to waste it somewhere like that - rather, the red knight was there for the view. Specifically, the view of the conference building where a gathering of businessmen would be taking place. Not ordinary businessmen mind you, but ones that, while being legit in the light, had rather unsavory dealings in the dark. The STG had dispatched him to 'clean house' as it was. As the last car dropped off its passenger, Gareth removed a device from his coat and pressed the button.

[i]Boom.[/i]

In a moment, the conference building turned from glamorous meeting area to burning, half-exploded ruin. Everyone was... dead, or would be soon enough. "Objective complete," he said matter-of-factly into a receiver, not caring that he had just committed an act of terrorism, "Still want me to get everyone take-out on my way back?"

It wasn't like there were any innocent people there anyway. Wouldn't weigh on his conscience at all. Turning around, the red knight began crossing rooftops to get away from the scene of the crime. Plus there was also some take-out he'd need to buy, after all.