[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/TuUXw29.png[/img][/center][center][b][u][color=#6ecff6]Azure City, Streets[/color][/u][/b][/center][center][b][u][color=#6ecff6]Interactions - None[/color][/u][/b][/center] He had disobeyed a direct order, to bring in and apprehend any POI in the area. The mere notion of this failure brought a stinging sensation to Replicant's stomach, his actions going against orders brought forth by the those who owned him. Those who had created him. Yet, he could not deny the warm satisfaction trickling through the boy's chest. He had helped someone, where he had been placed in a position of blind obedience or doing what felt right. Yes, Milo could see the cracks in such reasoning. Anything could feel right, this, inherently, did not make it right. However, what could a homeless child possibly add the investigation at hand? Some assignments were drawn to the point of fanaticism, and as far as Milo had been taught, the MSU was tasked to stop people exercising that very ideology. Halting, Milo noted an incoming call, through the communications device, neatly built into the agent's mask. "Agent M Eleven Zero," came a voice Milo, or in this case M110, knew all too well. It was a commander within the MSU, a less than pleasant woman who dedicated herself to the cause with utmost zeal. Considering the woman's choice of words, she did not consider Milo a being beyond that of which he had been designed for. A resource, and little else. "Hostile located, agent killed. You are the closest available asset. Intercept the target and await backup." Replicant could clearly see a small map of the area displayed on the screen of his visor. It was a HUD afforded the most expensive MSU equipment, linked to his health and the integrity of his weapons. With a blinking red dot appearing further away, Milo began running in the specified direction, the small blue arrow indicating his own location. They called it Tactical Utility Equipment, or TUE. [color=#6ecff6]"Affirmative, Sir."[/color] The boy responded, moving like a graceful wind down the street, avoiding obstacles along the way. Seeing the blood splattered remains of a fellow agent anchored Milo to the spot. The MSU soldier on the ground had been torn to shreds, their limbs severed and tossed aside. Amidst the gruesome scene, Replicant noted a figure dressed in black, their coat obfuscating what laid beneath. "Hm?" A female voice trickled through slender lips, before the woman in black turned her attention to Milo. "You agents keep getting smaller," a faint smirk made its way to her face as she stepped over the corpse so viciously displayed on the ground. Without giving her the decency of a response, Replicant raised his gun and fired three consecutive shots. However, the woman immediately erupted a chaotic mist from her body, before vanishing. Though unable to tell, Milo would have drawn the conclusion that his attack was nullified by the strange gas-like mist bursting from the woman's form. Reaching for his remaining pistol, Replicant drew it from the holster, taking a careful step back before a sound slipped through the mist, and into his ears. The echoing noise came from something large, inhuman. It emanated a monstrous cackle, accompanied by raspy, gargled breathing. In fact, if Milo was to compare it, the sound reminded him of an insect. This was only confirmed, when the boy noted a massive, scything appendage slicing through the mist, nearly decapitating him. Leaning towards his martial training, Replicant quickly rolled aside, dodging the attack before unleashing several, steady shots in the direction of hostility. [color=#6ecff6]"Sir,"[/color] the agent called in, [color=#6ecff6]"the enemy is a shape-shifter,"[/color] he explained, moments before seeing the beast jump out of the mist with a devastating attack. Had Milo not kept his focus steeled, the thunderous impact would surely have split him in half. Rather, the agent managed a graceful backflip, before the massive, claw-like appendage landed an eventual strike to the boy. It threw him out of the mist, sending him to the concrete before Milo gracefully rolled back to his feet. [i]"Condition, damaged. Area of impact, chest."[/i] A robotic voice explained as Replicant clenched his teeth. That strike had done a number on him, surely. [i]"Recommended procedure, first aid."[/i] Though medical assistance was a welcomed addition, Milo needed to maintain his vigilance. Reloading his pistols, he saw how the creature he had been fighting charged out of the obfuscation and revealed itself fully. [color=#6ecff6]"That's a [url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/residentevil/images/f/f0/Reaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20100319055220]big bug..,[/url]"[/color] Milo breathed, frowning. [u][b][color=#6ecff6]Current Equipment[/color][/b][/u][hider=Pistols] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/541605175996055592/544078011629174805/Untitled.png[/img] [/hider][hider=Suit] [img]https://i.imgur.com/8lmlaAz.png[/img] [/hider]