[table][row][right][color=9e0b0f][h3][b]Nine[/b][/h3][/color]Berlin, Germany  ||  ???  ||  January 24, 1:20[/right][/row][cell]Materializing out of the crowd of people like a ghost in some mist, Nine rejoined his handler, staring at the man with those same, empty eyes he had when departing to gather the bodies. Holding a fist up to his mouth, he burped in to the hand before dully muttering an apology to the man as he rapped his hands on the handle of the roller bag, barely tilting his head around in an attempt to locate the charters driver.

However, it looks like he had everything under control as not a moment had passed before the bus rolled up, with a bald man exiting the vehicle before issuing for the duo to enter.

Just as his handler did, Nine followed obediently, pushing the handle down before hefting the heavy luggage up as if he was a child playing with a crude rag doll. Dropping it carefully into one of the seats nearby, Nine sat a short distance away from the agent and his handler, but not so much were he was out of arms reach.

And then, the trip began. Another easy job finished.

Sighing dreamily, Nine reclined the chair, smiling briefly as it eventually stopped at a certain angle. Finally, he could get some rest as they headed back; his eyelids were drooping and he had to stifle a yawn, but before he could doze off, he was jolted awake by the agent who prompted Nine to also listen up.

Shaking his head and shrugging, he leaned over the side, resting his head on the palm of his hand, rolling it slightly to the side while having it bob back and forth like a bobble head. His eyes were always dangerously close to shutting, only for them to open again, blinking rapidly, tears forming as a result of his yawn, causing the child to wipe it away.

This process repeated for a couple of minutes until every bit of information had been relayed to the duo. While his handler ruminated over it, Nine instead formulated a simple plan to himself that would require several steps to complete once they arrived, before slumping back and falling asleep. What was the plan in question?

Well, it was to identify their assailant and devour him of course, that is if they showed up; no way he could fit in another specimen into this bag, as much as he would like to.
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Nine's slumber was short-lived, being roused from it by his own handler who told him it was time to go. There was a shift in the tone of the professionalism here; was it fear that permeated the atmosphere? Nine couldn't tell, but it was definitely different than the room they were occupying during the assassination attempt.

Regardless, the man made one final response, ushering them into the elevator as it slowly closed, leaving the two alone within its confines.

[color=9e0b0f]"Contingencies are being prepared in case they attempt to strike. I'll eliminate those specimen like the last target."[/color] His voice was cold, aloof, spiritless, bland, yet there was a stern ruthlessness to it.

They [i]will[/i] return to Rome alive.[/cell][cell] 

[center][b][u]Objectives[/u][/b][/center][b]:::[/b] Return Home; Eliminate this Mysterious Assassin if Possible [b]:::[/b]


[center][b][u]Status[/u][/b]
[color=lawngreen][b]:::[/b] Sleepy, yet alert [b]:::[/b][/color][/center]
 
[center][b][u]Interacting[/u][/b]
[b]:::[/b] Classified ([@Haruharara]) [b]:::[/b][/center][/cell][/table]