To say Alarick was displeased with the group that he was assigned to allude to the fact that he actually managed to have such thought conceived in his mind. The man rarely every seemed to be in a darkened mood about anything anymore, and found that the further he stayed away from negative emotions that it was inevitably easier to deal with life. Unfortunately Agent Gear would be a near constant drain on his moral integrity, Agent Quilliam would be a drain on his patient, and Agent Maalik would be- well- probably substantially more bearable.
Yet what Alarick couldn’t offer complaint about was the fact that he was out on the field even if it was with three other agents (one of them a G), and out on some superfluous mission. “Art thieves really? Don’t they have normal people capable of doing that? Isn’t it bad news sending synergists in there that can use water and fire?” He asked- well- no one. Currently he was lying on his leather chaise in his condo and speaking to his cat who gave him a distinct look of: ‘shut the **** up and feed me’.
“If you insist Mister Grey, but I assure you- your waistline is not thanking you with these extra cans of tuna.”
THE DAY OF THE MISSION:
If he thought the mission read in a black and white manner of boredom then the mission itself was somewhat flaccid. Berlin was not the ‘out-of-Halcyon’ destination that Alarick would have cared for, and he cared for it less once he was there. The only spot of this gloomy place was the fact that it was truly gloomy in all aspects, and that lent him some help in his synergy department. Ah cloudy days were the best, because all clouds contained moisture and he could manipulate said moisture to cause quite the downpour. So at least he had a backup weapon. Which might be helpful if Agent Quilliam was the loose cannon that most accendo agents seemed to be.
“Ah chilly weather, warehouses all around us, the sound of malevolence in our ears- what a beautiful setting Berlin is.” Alarick stated in sarcasm- obviously. While he leaned on his cane it was more for show than actual therapeutic value. He just had a limp, and it could be worked through once adrenaline started moving as they engaged the enemy. It was also of some use that the cane had a sword imbedded in it- making it both heavier than it should be and deadlier than it appeared. He brought a hand to his glasses and tapped the frame, and clicked through the area maps that had been uploaded before he left. “It seems as if there is unusually high traffic in the Northern quarter of these warehouses. I’m suspecting that they might plan to start auctioning it off- to you know- illegal buyers and what not.” It was then he pointed forward. “One block forward and two to the left.”
It was then he gave Gear a small smile. “Started doing some intel of my own.”
It was then he pressed his digit to the advanced glasses and the faint sheen of cerulean left them as they actually back to their use. “Or we could head to the Berlin airport and book a trip to the Caribbean. My intel also tells me that they are nice this year.”
“Any takers?”
“Nope?”
Alarick offered a slight smile after that.