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[h3][color=1E90FF][u][b]Level 10 Terry Bogard[/b][/u][/color][/h3]
[sub][color=1E90FF][b]EXP :[/b][/color] 48/100 (+2)
[color=1E90FF][b]Location :[/b][/color] Esaka’s High Tier
[color=1E90FF][b]Time :[/b][/color] Clear Thursday Afternoon
[color=1E90FF][b]Word Count :[/b][/color] 1,093[/sub]

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Leaving the Winecup Hold, Terry was relieved to learn from Amaterasu and the UN representatives that they didn’t need to assassinate their targets. Still, despite the fact, the thought of having Azucena and Lucky Chloe as their primary targets continued to weigh him down. He thought he could’ve dealt with actual menaces to society like Bryan and Sergei, but instead, it was the clueless participants of the G-Corp’s sportswashing practices that he and his crew had to deal with. It seemed likely that Chevalier knew that those poor ladies weren’t much of a threat when compared to Kazuya’s actual stooges, but were they really that weak? 

Not sure about Chloe, but from all Terry knew, Azucena was Peru’s best. She was an undisputed MMA champion at one point (and, perhaps, one of the many reasons why G-Corp took interest in her in the first place). The renowned Coffee Queen was far from being a weakling, but when it came to facing himself and his crew? He wasn’t too sure. He’d never fought her before, but he would’ve liked to make an educated guess that Azucena was, at the very least, competent enough to keep up with a fighter of his caliber.

The broad Urban Square immediately came to view, as the king of fighters and other Seekers designated for Team B strode into the heart of Esaka’s High Tier. The High Tier was where Terry was meant to reside—where the place that had long rejected him stood and jammed between other, bigger top tier dojos, waiting for the day when they elevated past the fourth wheel status. When compared to Esaka’s Low and even Mid Tier, the difference was day and night. Esaka’s High Tier was cleaner and crowder, perhaps far more vibrant and futuristic. It was like a look into Japan’s future—of what the country might turn into in the next ten or so years. 

There, at the Urban Square, the sight of skyscrapers welcomed their arrivals, followed by gigantic electronic billboards endorsing various events, brands, and even highlights of today’s tournament matches. Surely, one of the showcased advertisements included the promotion for Azucena’s coffee brand, Azucena Blend. There, her bright face occupied half of the screen, as if announcing her presence. Just a few feet from Terry and his fellow Seekers stood a redheaded woman in a silver medieval armor. She was Hildegard, the person whom Chevalier told them to find. She seemed quite out of place when compared to other residents, though he refused to be surprised. Not when there was a team of samurai annually competing in his tournament. Friendly as always, Terry gave the German swordwielder a smile and a big wave, the pet monkey on his shoulder mimicking his gesture. 

[color=1E90FF]“Yo, sup?”[/color] he loudly greeted, then once close, offered Hildegard a handshake. [color=1E90FF]“Nice meetin’ ya, lady. The name’s Terry. Terry Bogard. Chev told us to find you.”[/color]

Sure enough, the swordwielder went straight to the business shortly after, informing that Azucena was nearby, managing a publicity event where she openly challenged nearby [s]paid[/s] fighters to a bout. While Terry didn’t want to hurt her, the prospect of challenging an erstwhile MMA champion seemed to be tempting him. Not only was he in a better mood to fight after he was friendhearted, he found that her fighting style might be comparable to his, considering he, too, mastered various martial arts disciplines. But then came the part where Hildegard told them to remain discreet. How were they supposed to remain discreet when the only way to approach their target was by joining a public event? Harry’s notion seemed to involve one of them participating in the event, as well, and while it was by no means discreet, Terry seemed to entertain it. Though, there was only one problem if Harry was the one challenging Azucena…

[color=1E90FF]“Aww, sorry, Harry, but you don’t look so well yourself. You sure you’re gonna be okay with that, buddy?”[/color] Terry asked, his concerned gaze gesturing at Harry’s battered state. He, too, was bruised after his own duels, though not as badly as some Seekers were since he only competed in two matches. [color=1E90FF]“I mean, it doesn’t look like you’re in full health after that brutal beat down against Sasquatch. I think I could be the one dealing with Azucena if you guys wanna. I’m a local, after all, and everybody in this city knows that I love to compete in street fights in my free time. It ain’t gonna look too sussy if I’m the one taking up her challenge, don’t you guys think? But then again, I don’t mind taking care of those big ass clankers, either.”[/color]

Then, a shrug. Whatever it was that his crew had in mind, Terry would just rather follow along, as long as their mission could be accomplished. More importantly, as long as they only used Azucena as a bait, instead of assassinating her. Still, given his mixed feelings in regards to beating the Coffee Queen senselessly, he didn’t mind being assigned for something else, either way.

[color=1E90FF]“Actually, I have an idea in mind, too,”[/color] Terry claimed, taking a more serious tone as he tipped and readjusted his cap. [color=1E90FF]“You told us to keep the whole act discreet, right, Hildegard? So, I’ve been thinking, why don’t we just pretend to act like some clueless spectators watching the entirety of the event from the sidelines? Y’know, just blending in with the crowd and all that? Then, after the event is over, when the crowd resolves and the shellheads lower their guards, that’s when we launch into action.”[/color] With hopeful eyes, he looked at each and every individual nearby, gauging their reactions. He wasn’t sure if this was a decent plan, either, but so far, it was the best he could come up with when it came to tackling their target discreetly. [color=1E90FF]“But anyway, what do y’all say? I’m sure there has to be a better way we can approach this, right?”[/color]

In the meantime, Terry would just attempt to withstand the scent of the large smoke ring coming out of Harry’s cigar, trying as best as he could not to flinch. The sight was even funnier to look at since he stood next to the chubby detective, the smoke ring trying to circle the blonde’s face before its eventual dissipation. He could feel his face flushing, his allergy slowly kicking in. If only he could tell them that he was allergic to cigars, but he couldn’t risk looking ridiculous while telling so. Not when he was built like a brick shithouse.

[color=1E90FF][i]Oh, God, please help me…[/i][/color]

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