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It was late at night, not many people were wondering the streets around this part of the city. Perfect. The operation currently underway would go a lot smoother without having to worry about the prying eyes of curious civilians. Kwan sat in the driver seat of a small, black Sudan parked about a block away from Sabatino’s storage facility. It was a decent sized warehouse that housed a manner of all sorts of items from clothing to food to even defense systems for the home. But none of that was the concern of the assassin. He and his partner for the night, Camille was after a small generator. They needed the generator because the one back in Sanctuary would not last forever.
This generator would last them a very long time. He stared out into the distance not looking at anything in particular. Kwan then tapped the small earpiece activating it. “What do you see Camille?” The woman relayed the information to him and he acknowledged. “Meet you on the inside, amico. Oh, remember to keep it non-lethal.” There was a slight mumble on the other end followed by an alright. This operation was not meant to result in any casualties. These men, the security detail, were not Templars, but ordinary employees trying to make a living. Kwan stepped out of his car and locked the door behind him. He rubbed his hands together as he stared up the side of a two story building.
Driving any closer to the warehouse was a risk he did not want to take, so travel by rooftop was the way to go. He clicked together the straps of his backpack across his torso before taking a few steps back. After a quick stretching of the limbs Kwan sped toward the building. His feet dug into the small crevices and pushed him up to a windowsill. He grabbed hold and pulled himself up to the nearby fire escape. Within seconds he was on the rooftops bounding toward the location.
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