[table][row][right][color=9e0b0f][h3][b]Nine[/b][/h3][/color]Berlin, Germany  ||  ???  ||  January 24, 1:00[/right][/row][cell]Darkness.

Whether it be from the lifeless, lightless dry room or the fact that his eyelids were loosely as he sat there with his handler, Nine was constantly obscured in it with the other man. Whether or not his handler took note of this, he could care less right now as he just wanted to slump over and lie down and much to his chagrin, drooping over was not a proper alternative as he had to catch himself multiple times on different intervals as much as he desired to doze off, even during the short briefing.

His breathing was stilted, silent, formless, chest not even moving a milimeter as he sat there, being told there was no need for a big scene. As a response to this, he yawned loudly before the sound of cracking illuminated the room with some modicum of sound outside of the taciturn mans voice, before cracking again as Nine stretched his arms upwards.

How tedious. Plus, if they were just going to do missions like these for the past couple of weeks, they could of let him bring along his violin or something. Play it for five minutes then nap for an hour or three. Perfectly balanced.

His head nodded, though he leaned a bit too forward and had to catch himself, the light clapping of his shoes being a simple enough answer to his handlers first words, followed by them being shaken off and letting his toes roam free.

Leaning back, he groaned before looking over at the red haired man as he finished giving the rest of the orders. [color=9e0b0f]"Sounds simple enough; longest we should be here is a couple of hours, maybe even less,"[/color] Nines voice was flat and monotonous to a point where it wouldn't be surprising if someone mistook him for some type of advanced AI. His resting bitch face was just as unassuming and dull as well as he looked away and yawned before turning back and lazily resting his head on one of his hands.

Whether it was evident or not, Nine had set out his thin, invisible threads as soon as the mission was made clear, extending all of them, but limiting himself to using only one-fourth of the nerve strands, with the rest being on stand-by. He temporarily attached to any specimens who were unfortunate to pass on by, only taking quick glimpses through their eyes before detaching the strings and moving onto another target. The whole process was discreet thankfully, so it was nigh impossible for them to tell they were being used.

Furthermore, while most of the visual stimuli that he was fed on a second by second basis would of overwhelmed any normal human, Nine remained completely unfazed before pausing for a split second and tapping his lower lip with an index finger.

[color=9e0b0f]"Speaking of making the specimen disappear, mind if I bring home some take-out for the others?"[/color][/cell][cell] 

[center][b][u]Objectives[/u][/b][/center][b]:::[/b] Eliminate Specimen Ridenour. [b]:::[/b][hr][b]:::[/b] Bring home some takeout. [b]:::[/b]

 
[center][b][u]Status[/u][/b]
[color=lawngreen][b]:::[/b] Sleepy; feeling a bit "exotic" [b]:::[/b][/color][/center]
 
[center][b][u]Interacting[/u][/b]
[b]:::[/b] Classified ([@Haruharara]) [b]:::[/b][/center][/cell][/table]