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Crashers borrows Omi
Feb. 3rd, 2014 10:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oneblackcatTo any passerby, he looked like an average kid. A bright t-shirt and denim shorts, navy baseball cap on backwards, backpack slung over one shoulder and the leftovers of a McDonald's soda in one hand. A messy mop of golden auburn hair framed his round cheeks and large blue eyes. The loose-fitting shirt only exacerbated the illusion his small size gave that he was several years younger than his actual age.
Less obvious, of course, was the pack of darts concealed at his waist under the shirt, and the contents of the backpack-- not schoolbooks and note paper, but a laptop, some connection cables, and a few other handy pieces of tech for a hacking job.
Less obvious was the reality that the boy behind those wide eyes and expressive face had the murder of dozens on his hands.
He took a casual look around, as though trying to figure out where he was supposed to go next. No one seemed to be paying him particular mind; he slipped down into an alley and shortcutted through to the Crashers' safe house.
Omi wasn't sure quite what to expect from the team. It was his first time meeting any of them, though they'd worked the same mission before. All he did know was that he'd gotten a call last night telling him he had a special assignment in technological infiltration and would be working with them temporarily. Weiss seemed to be having a bit of a dry spell, so it shouldn't hurt for him to vanish for a couple of days... hopefully. The others wouldn't kill each other in the meantime.... would they? Or run off and do something stupid....? Sigh.
He hopped up the steps and double-checked the address before knocking three times on the door. Maybe he should call and check in that night. Aya was probably all right, but Ken seemed really edgy lately.
Less obvious, of course, was the pack of darts concealed at his waist under the shirt, and the contents of the backpack-- not schoolbooks and note paper, but a laptop, some connection cables, and a few other handy pieces of tech for a hacking job.
Less obvious was the reality that the boy behind those wide eyes and expressive face had the murder of dozens on his hands.
He took a casual look around, as though trying to figure out where he was supposed to go next. No one seemed to be paying him particular mind; he slipped down into an alley and shortcutted through to the Crashers' safe house.
Omi wasn't sure quite what to expect from the team. It was his first time meeting any of them, though they'd worked the same mission before. All he did know was that he'd gotten a call last night telling him he had a special assignment in technological infiltration and would be working with them temporarily. Weiss seemed to be having a bit of a dry spell, so it shouldn't hurt for him to vanish for a couple of days... hopefully. The others wouldn't kill each other in the meantime.... would they? Or run off and do something stupid....? Sigh.
He hopped up the steps and double-checked the address before knocking three times on the door. Maybe he should call and check in that night. Aya was probably all right, but Ken seemed really edgy lately.
