St. Peterburgh, Russia
-- // JANUARY, 23

Julius cut his eyes over to Eleven and gave her a dull look. [color=red]"You forget my Miracle. I also said relax, not calm down, you're making the humans tense."[/color] He stated before returning his attention to the two nameless soldiers. Why did the Church pair the two of them together? She was abrasive and fairly simple, always seeming to forget what he could do. The two soldiers could be excused, they clearly weren't briefed on anything important. Their eye roll got an eyebrow twitch of agitation, but he kept it back. Don't kill them yet.

Emphasis on yet.

Eleven went on a tangent, God she talked a lot. If she weren't 'Family' he'd have torn her jaw off by now to silence her. While the soldiers talked Julius ran his hand down his face and gave out a loud an exasperated sigh. [color=red]"Discreet is what I do. There are shadows everywhere."[/color] He said as static came over the radio. Seriously? All the tech to make the Promised Children and no one could make quality radios? Such bullshit.

Well it was showtime, the two soldiers were getting ready. Eleven was scaling the building to get to the Hermitage after saying it being dinner time. Julius melted down into his own darkened shadow and zipped off over the edge and to the building. Every shadow was linked thanks to it being dusk. Unless someone was looking [b]really[/b] closely at the shadows he moved through he was indiscernible.

Night time he was strongest, everything was a shadow or shrouded in darkness. Daytime he was 'weaker', having to think more about where he could perform his Miracle. This Hermitage was such a place with all the lighting inside. It was simple to slip under the door, but navigating the building was annoying because of how the lights were positioned. Still, he went as fast as he could to get to the security room this place undoubtedly had.