[ It wasn't particularly difficult to extricate himself from the rest of the group. Thomas was occupied exchanging Drakenet texts with Luthir as if they were love notes, and his furtiveness kept him distracted enough. Besides, Thomas might be a Dragon's Claw but the night was Christos' element, not Bancroft's. And he could read the other man's moods like a book by now.
They weren't out of the woods yet.
The most difficult aspect of the mission had been the necessity of trying to keep their end of things entirely covert, which meant incredibly limited contact with the 'diplomats' staying in the fancy government building. He'd assured Francesca before they left that after collapsing the tunnels, he'd find a way to assist her in spying on the humans' plans. Now might be his only opportunity.
It was an excuse, however. What really had him scaling the exterior of the next building over was the fact that he had a feeling in his gut about tonight - the same sort of feeling he'd had on so many nights, for so many different reasons. And he knew from that long experience never to ignore it.
Tonight there would be trouble.
The dark cloak that earns him mockery by daylight works incredibly effectively now, blending him into the shadows as he ascends to the rooftop, entirely unnoticed by the bundled up guards shivering outside the government edifice next door.
It's too far to jump - he can judge that much easily. But like some of deranged Boy Scout, he's nothing if not always prepared, and shoots a silent line of grappling wire into the stone gargoyle atop the building. It clanks quietly around the thing's foot and he tests the rope with practiced care, securing it on this end, before he makes his way across, at an almost impossible pace.
He'll leave the rope for now, knowing it's rendered invisible against the night black sky from below. After all, he'll need an escape route - and he might need it to be ready at a moment's notice.
Christos makes a slow circle on the roof, his footsteps making no sound, and he hides himself behind one of the gargoyles, lifting a pair of miniature binoculars to his eyes as he watches a vehicle pull up to the back of the building.]
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They weren't out of the woods yet.
The most difficult aspect of the mission had been the necessity of trying to keep their end of things entirely covert, which meant incredibly limited contact with the 'diplomats' staying in the fancy government building. He'd assured Francesca before they left that after collapsing the tunnels, he'd find a way to assist her in spying on the humans' plans. Now might be his only opportunity.
It was an excuse, however. What really had him scaling the exterior of the next building over was the fact that he had a feeling in his gut about tonight - the same sort of feeling he'd had on so many nights, for so many different reasons. And he knew from that long experience never to ignore it.
Tonight there would be trouble.
The dark cloak that earns him mockery by daylight works incredibly effectively now, blending him into the shadows as he ascends to the rooftop, entirely unnoticed by the bundled up guards shivering outside the government edifice next door.
It's too far to jump - he can judge that much easily. But like some of deranged Boy Scout, he's nothing if not always prepared, and shoots a silent line of grappling wire into the stone gargoyle atop the building. It clanks quietly around the thing's foot and he tests the rope with practiced care, securing it on this end, before he makes his way across, at an almost impossible pace.
He'll leave the rope for now, knowing it's rendered invisible against the night black sky from below. After all, he'll need an escape route - and he might need it to be ready at a moment's notice.
Christos makes a slow circle on the roof, his footsteps making no sound, and he hides himself behind one of the gargoyles, lifting a pair of miniature binoculars to his eyes as he watches a vehicle pull up to the back of the building.]