St. Peterburgh, Russia
21:00 // JANUARY, 23

Julius had no issues with the cold right now. Thick boots, good overcoat, a form fitting gambeson on underneath, and insulated leather driving gloves. Not to mention a hood to block some of the Russian wind. His 'fighting gloves' were tucked away at the small of his back. Despite not feeling the cold very much it never hurt to be prepared! As he and #11 scaled the building he could hear someone muttering up top. Huffing he silently pulled himself over the edge in a strangely fluid movement.

Both Promised Children gave the soldiers a look. Julius' was alien looking considering those animalistic and wolf-like eyes. The soft-spoken one shushed up his comrade, who had badmouthed the pair, but he wasn't doing much better. #11 spoke, her voice dry and muffled, about letting her in there to just wipe out everything via her Decay. She seemed to slurp at the thought, probably drooling at the thought of eating people. Reaching out Julius placed a hand gently on her shoulder. The younger Child would know his grip well.

[color=red]"Relax, Sister."[/color] He said, his voice strangely deep. It didn't match the package, he was a very athletic looking man and that voice sounded like it should be coming from a mountain! [color=red]"She has a point on the explosives. Primitive, and they come tomorrow. We're here right now."[/color] He stated as he took his hand from Suty's shoulder and crouched down to look at the two soldiers.

[color=red]"If there's no other option, then I'll zip in and scout out the place. Tell you how many security so we can [b]all[/b] act accordingly.[/color] Julius continued, his eyes getting good and bright and his tone changing to something more friendly.