[center][h3][sub][sub][i]Cassian Priest[/i][/sub][/sub][/h3][/center]

[sub]Location - Cider's Safehouse - Midnight[/sub][hr][hr]

As he waited on a response, Cassian's mind drifted back to Aya and their meeting. She was still stunning, even after all this time. Though aside from her youthful physicality, she was still being relegated to the same kind of roles. It was disgusting, he thought. Some things never changed and the absent-minded contractor felt, in that moment, that he had made the right decision to leave two and a half years ago. Simultaneously, old feelings began to resurface. He suddenly felt the strongest urge to make another appearance at the Ito-Gumi office and set things straight himself. There was no question that he could do it, but it was a matter of honor and it would constitute a severance of the deal he agreed to. Then again, he had already broken that same deal the moment he continued meeting with Aya. Where that was acceptable in the Asian man's mind, barging in the office and raising would be much less so. Some things needed to be upheld, even if one vehemently disagreed with the fallout it caused. Magpie's sudden emergence from the neck up brought Cassian back to reality. 

The best way to describe Magpie was straight to the point, at least in Cassian's opinion. She had a unique way of conveying information and seemed to be the type of person that not everyone would get along with. That was perfectly fine. To Cassian, Mag was an essential asset and a pretty interesting person to boot. It had been a long time since the man had actually considered anyone a friend, but large legged blonde could qualify if the two made an effort to learn more about one another. All that aside, what she revealed about the mystery creature was intriguing even if not very much to go on. Most of it was normal to a variety of beings, but the thing that stood out was its supposed healing factor. Bullets did nothing and could be healed from, but it had fragile durability? The thought both vexed and helped Cassian further understand his soon-to-be enemy. Mag had been able to rip off its arms even though her guns did nothing. Did that mean this thing was weak to simple hand-to-hand combat? Cassian grinned. If that were the case, then maybe they had a chance after all. 

"Thanks, that actually helps a lot," Cassian said through the door as Magpie retracted her head and resumed what she was doing. He pushed off the wall and made his way down the hall, greeting a few contractors he passed by. No one had anything like their own room in the safehouse, but Cassian had claimed one of the rooms with a bed for that night and he returned to it, pulling a duffle bag from under the bed and plopping on top of the firm mattress. He always kept his knife on his person, but guns didn't always come with the contractor. Guns elevated an already tense situation exponentially and on top of that, due to Cassian's unique ability he felt that he didn't always need to have a gun on hand. He grabbed his 9mm and charged the slide a few times, ensuring functional operation. He had already cleaned it when he first arrived, but it was habit to be sure there was nothing loaded and that the slide was free of objects and smooth. 

He stood and affixed the weapon into a holster under the small of his back and grabbed a few small metallic orbs before leaving his room. Now that he had his information, it was time to get ready for a sortie. Cassian arrived to the group and only looked around briefly, but he instantly noticed a nervous and twitchy redhead. The nervous man clutched a large sniper-rifle in one hand and was chewing nails with the other. That was concerning, but at least at long distance he would be safe. In spite of what others may have thought, Cassian was always concerned with the lives of those he worked with first. He agreed with a more serious individual who offered a dose of hard reality to the nervous kid, but at the very least, nobody else would be impeded by a fearful sniper situated away from the frontline of the battle. 

Cassian stopped a little ways away from Asche and began fiddling with his own 9mm once more. He begun filling a magazine with ammunition, purposely committing the act in a slow manner. [b]"The sniper will be alright,"[/b] he started. [b]"Just be glad he'll be away from the immediate battlefield. At the very least, we shouldn't have to worry about coddling him while trying to take down whatever this thing is."[/b]