Daniel peaked over the top of the airship's wall, and cringed visibly when he saw the first pair of Heavens' Eyes enforcers marching down the ramp to the docks. 

Dressed in dark, sanguine red, the white symbol of the Eyes on their lapels and epaulettes - an angular, rigidly stencilled eye, with a vertical slit for a pupil.- they came trooping towards him, rifles shouldered, as of yet unaware that they were being aimed at.

Gently, Daniel inhaled, and began to apply pressure to the trigger, preparing to take another life in the name of the IRIO - when they turned sharply to inspect the first jetty.

The Eyes didn't know where they were yet - a result, no doubt, of the misinformation and failsafe tactics employed by Ponta. A double edged sword, however, considering that rather than using a single, condensed force to strike at a known target, they would be out in force all across the city.

The others were going to have a hard time getting here. 

But at le-

Before Daniel could finish thinking, there was a sharp shout from the end of the docks - a man barking orders. Not an officer, it was too... far reaching. Echoing in a way it shouldn't be.

Daniel turned his eyes towards the ramp again, and caught view of a tall man in a long black coat, with white trim, and the White Eye on his lapel.

An Inquisitor.

Fuck.