[center][h1]WHISPER[/h1][/center]

"Here's another..."

A very distinct robotic energetic voice spoke to no one in particular. A person could be seen crouched down inside a dilapidated building, holding what appeared to be some kind of chip in his hands, inspecting it with curiosity. The peaceful ruins of the city overrun by grassy vegetation contrasted with the sneaky figure, his red clothing making him stick out like a sore thumb amidst all the green. Whisper, completely covered by his mask and various pieces of machinery, stood indifferently amidst the various rusted weapons and broken electronic devices, seemingly already used to scrambling for precious things through wastes such as this one. This one, though, was already a couple hundreds of years old and was rather well-known to top it all off. Whatever of particular worth that had been left behind after the explosion was already picked off by scavengers long before he was even born. What he was doing was more out of habit than anything, picking up scraps and ancient blueprints that had been neglected by other people. This chip was one such object.

[i]Now let's see here...[/i]

Holding the electronic piece up, the thief waited patiently as his latest modified deluxe all-purpose decorated special scavenger-edition H.O.B.O. device strapped to his arm scanned the chip with a blue holographic light. Soon enough, the display started showing pages after pages of documents as well as a handful of corrupted data that the system had been unable to recover. Quickly scrolling through, Whisper glanced through gibberish of technical terms, only taking note of the big bold letters saying things like "Mech Suit", "Ship Cannon", and so and so, including the blueprint images of what he could only say were some very intimidating weapons. Satisfied with the result, he turned off the display and hid the chip in one of the myriads of hidden pockets of his clothes, before standing up and picking a leather bag that had been tossed to the side, tossing it over his shoulder and going on his way.

Walking outside, Whisper paused for a second and messed around with his HOBO, before a holographic map displaying his position with a blue arrow as well as a big red blinking point appeared. The red was his destination. Confirming his direction, the thief quickly marched forward again with steady steps. Soon enough, a peculiar sound made itself clear over the rustling grass. A song? None he had ever heard before. It didn't take long for him to arrive at the heart of the ruins and for the source of the music to reveal itself. Whisper paused, as he stared at the device with suspicion that most certainly wasn't apparent when he was wearing a mask. After a few seconds, he looked around for any hidden figures that might be prepared to ambush whoever came near the radio. However, after finding no one around, the thief wondered to himself.

[i]Strange... What kind of idiot would just leave this hanging around a ruin by itself? Oh well, there's all kinds of naive people in this world.[/i]

Thinking so, he walked forward and messed around with the radio a little bit, before turning off the song and pocketing the device into his bag. Having nothing else to do, Whisper laid down lazily on the now unoccupied pillar stump with his hands behind his head, staring at the clear sky and flying bird-things while he waited for the rest of the crew to arrive. He felt that this day was off to a great start.