[center][h2][color=BurlyWood]Cedar.[/color][/h2][/center]

The drone was fast, sometimes almost too fast, but Cedar managed to keep track of it. It led him to an alley that was altogether too narrow and too filthy, but Cedar knew better than to let that hinder him from doing his job. He moved as quietly as he could through the alley, making hidden faces whenever his hand brushed against some unknown substance or he smelled something particularly foul.

[color=BurlyWood]"I don't expect anyone to [i]actually[/i] die,"[/color] he whispered into the earpiece. [color=BurlyWood]"It's just a little joke, I guess. In any case -"[/color] 

From the corner of his eyes, something moved. The shape was vague, but it came from something unknown, and that alone made it potentially threatening. One hand almost instinctively went for his weapon before he decided against it - in a city like this, it wasn't best to pull your weapon on every tension-inducing shadow. But what, then, to do?

After a second, he started talking again. [color=BurlyWood]"Fluke - if the path ahead looks safe enough, can the drone pass over and check behind me? I can find my way through the alley, but I don't want to end up caught here. I think I saw something and I think we should play it safe, y'know?"[/color]