[table][row][right][color=9e0b0f][h3][b]Nine[/b][/h3][/color]Berlin, Germany  ||  ???  ||  January 24, 1:15[/right][/row][cell][color=9e0b0f]"Yeah, yeah, give me a minute,"[/color] he uttered, cracking his neck as he stretched his limbs in peculiar, inhumane directions, yet it wasn't enough to break them. Flicking his hands for a moment, he bent over to touch his feet before reaching back upwards. His unblinking eyes flickered throughout the room before he stared blankly at a wall before clearing his throat, [color=9e0b0f]"Some of the specimens nearby are foreigners from France and have accommodated a charter bus. The bus is located by the Oberbaum Bridge and is situated close to the Spree, but the current location of the driver is unknown."[/color]

With a sigh, Nine shoved his hands into the hoodies pockets, arms slumped as he trudged towards the door, [color=9e0b0f]"I'll meet you over there, just gotta get that takeout first."[/color] With that said and done, Nines reached out and opened up the door, looking behind him at his handler, before looking back outside the dim room.

And with that, he departed for a time. His handler really had no reason to worry, Nine always came back.
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Nine looked about the empty, dimly lit room as an extra large roller bag he had 'procured' from a specimen, the former contents dumped off in some unknown location, possibly a dumpster or down some sewers, it didn't matter to him. The place was abandoned and somewhat in disrepair, with graffiti lining the walls, with rodents and other bugs scampering about, but that didn't exactly matter at the moment.

What did matter, however, were all the specimens from the vehicle, all standing in a row, straight as a platoon of soldiers, silent and listless. Nine stood there, rubbing his chin with one of his thumbs as he examined each of them, before sucking in some air and crooked a finger at his side.

Like a puppet and his marionette, one of the bodies came to life, more precisely the recently deceased specimen known as Cheska Ridenour walked forward towards the number. He stared at her for a few moments before tearing the clothes off of her and tossing them to side; they would get in the way as Nine had her sit down before grabbing one of the woman's limbs and bending them in a particular direction until a snap only audible to him was heard.

Nine continued this pattern, contorting, twisting, and generally just desecrating the body as he continued to make the woman compact enough to fit in the bag, making sure not to tear her skin; didn't want to leave a trace of blood after all. After a few minutes, Nine had finally finished compressing the woman and fit her into the bag, the size of her enough to fit a small amount of clothes. However, this presented a major issue for Nine.

There were three other bodies, but he was fairly certain he could at least fit in one more, possibly two if he got creative with the placement. However, he wasn't one to ruminate on this for too long, as with a flick of the wrist, the other three flicked their heads.

[i]Snap![/i]

Right now, size did matter as the French Ambassador and the bald specimen stepped forward, stripping themselves and tossing whatever they had on them to the side. The larger man that he identified as the 'Glove' they had mentioned in thoughts, put a hand on the arm of the bald girl, with Nine putting one on the leg of the Ambassador. He then repeated this process, this time with the help of his early dinner, both of them snapping each bone, awkwardly bending each limb before rearranging the bag and stuffing the bodies in.

The clothes would have some usage as Nine retrieved them and tucked them in-between the crevices of the bag, covering up the bodies and making it look as if he did have some clothes with him. There was some left over, but that would have its own use as the Glove arranged them in a manner similar to a covering on a table, despite it all being on the floor.

Zipping the bag up, he now had one last job for the bigger man as he commanded him to take off his clothes and add to the pile. Walking forward, unfazed with his resting bitch face, he stared at the lifeless doll before him, looking at every part of him, his stomach yearning for a piece of his flesh. He could just savor it as he grabbed the mans wrist and began licking and nibbling at his fingers.

In an instant, Nine pushed him down, still holding his wrist as he hovered above him, looking at his hand. Licking his chops, Nine sat on the side as he brought the index finger forward, fitting it all into his mouth.

[i]Crunch![/i]

In one swift bite, Nine severed the finger from his victims hand, munching and chomping away at the mans fingers, continuing down the line as he began to stuff his mouth. Any blood that leaked out he would suck up, as if he were a child drinking out of a swirly straw; he did say to dispose of them discretely and what better way to do so than to devour this last remaining piece of evidence after all.

Plucking out an eyeball and popping it into his mouth, he felt the juices squirt out, gushing down his throat before he chewed up the eye and swallowed it. In this time, Nine smiled briefly, chuckling to himself as he continued to satiate his hunger until not even the crimson carcass of this man was left.
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It had been no less than ten minutes in that building as Nine tossed the remaining, bloodied clothes into a nearby dumpster, making sure to move the articles of clothing around with his neuron strips. He made sure to obscure every piece, making it so you couldn't discern that they had been stained by anything else other than garbage. With that said and done, Nine peered behind him, looking up at the vacant building, empty once again, before looking down at his luggage.

...

With a huff, Nine walked down the alleyway, exiting it and merging with the crowds of specimens, flowing with each and every one of them. No one would know of what had just occurred a few minutes prior in those abandoned, deteriorating apartments, absent once more of any sort of life as the perpetrator began his next objective.[/cell][cell] 

[center][b][u]Objectives[/u][/b][/center][b]:::[/b][s] Eliminate Chancellor Cheska Ridenour. [/s][b]:::[/b][hr][b]:::[/b] Bring home some takeout for Eleven to cook. [b]:::[/b][hr][b]:::[/b] Locate the bus driver and leave Germany. [b]:::[/b]

 
[center][b][u]Status[/u][/b]
[color=lawngreen][b]:::[/b] Tired; wants to return home [b]:::[/b][/color][/center]
 
[center][b][u]Interacting[/u][/b]
[b]:::[/b] Classified ([@Haruharara]) [b]:::[/b][/center][/cell][/table]