[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/2KrTBd7/image.png[/img][h3]???, Equipment Room, Chaldea[/h3][hr][/center]
As the Masters began to wake up and the other Servants mucked off to do whatever they do, Assassin spent most of the night taking advantage of the time he had to himself by exploring every secret nook and cranny of Chaldea that he could get access to. Invisibility and Presence Concealment were real blessings in accomplishing this, after all. Knowing all these were important later, for the time between missions. For now, this snooping around only served as good practice for his abilities. Gotta keep those old bones moving, after all.

At the moment, Assassin had decided to find a place to rest, more excited to wait for prospects of truly putting his profession into practice than getting himself in trouble. And out of all the places he chose to wait, it was in one of the storage areas, more specifically the one the Masters would have to go to in order to get themselves properly equipped for their first mission. Of course, while he was definitely there, where he was [i]specifically[/i] was a mystery, waiting to be found out. Even if his own Master attempted to see through his vision through their connection, he would only see pitch darkness... or more accurately, dimmed steel gray.

There was indeed a surprise, a "prank" waiting for the Masters in the room, one they would not suspect... or understand, really. Those youngsters are too uninitiated for [i]true[/i] comedy, after all. They'd have to be wiser than others of their age to truly understand Assassin's sense of humor. Of course, this surprise was not at all an act of malicious intent, but rather, something benign and harmless...

[center][u]Master of Disguise: [b]B[/b][/u][/center]
Laying on one of the steel tables in the equipment room was a pickle, seemingly placed there sometime last night...