[center][h3][color=6ecff6]Boston[/color] Park Plaza[/h3][/center]

The well fashioned servant felt his lips burn as the cold night air stuck to them. The brisk breeze and light snow did little to hide the small upwards twinge of his lips as he was chided by Otto for his dubious behavior. The Golden Archer thought his Master seemed more human when he was flustered like he could make a mistake. Less like a magus and more as an individual. Perhaps that weakness was what had urged the Servant to tease his Anchor. The ghost kicked his legs lightly and gazed back up towards the full moon and let his mind wander. As a scout and guard there was nothing else for him to do but observe his surroundings. Ever white twinkle of sky dust, every shift of the humans below, every light turned off in a nearby building. Archer took all this in almost passively as his shining gaze constantly searched his surroundings. 

The roar of a steel chariot above would jerk him away from his autonomous surveillance. The buzz of a helicopter and its "wings" naturally drew Esfandiyār to another part of the city where other of these mounts were gathering. A commotion putting it mildly. Dispersing his body to glittering ash Archer ferried himself to the top of his Master's estate. His Hawk-like eyes zoomed in immediately on the object of his scrutiny. At least three servants fighting with abandon for the secrecy of this war. Perhaps Esfandiyār didn't have any room to complain since he leveled an entire mansion but he'd refrained from doing so in the middle of pedestrians. Flexing his fingers the golden bow appeared in his grasp along with a single gleaming arrow. 

Notching the projectile into his bow he'd speak plainly with his Master, "[u][b]Master... There's a skirmish elsewhere in the city. I count at least three servants, including a Caster servant judging by the familiar's he's employing.[/b][/u]" His gaze homed in on the Caster as he was engaged with directing his familiars. The diamond tipped weapon scrutinized every feature of the magician's face down to the confident grin on his lips, "[u][b]Do I have permission to intervene Master?[/b][/u]" Many miles away from the carnage and conflict the single arrow would begin to crackle and hum with magical energy. Enough to rival the strongest A rank spells or a small incoming missile it was swirling with enough energy to go toe-to-toe with an average Noble Phantasm impact. More than enough to blow away the enemy Caster, his familiars, and the entire structure in which he was standing. 

As soon as he had gotten the order the silver bullet would be loosed. Screaming across the sky like a bolt of lightning, breaking the sound barrier by a wide margin. A single screaming bullet that rivaled the speed of his loosed chains and would burst past all but the most sturdy of defenses. A moment later a myriad of arrows manifested into the bow as Archer pulled them back already starting to take aim at his next targets. The issue of Otto's treasure would have to wait until these troublemakers had scurried back into their holes.