"One, Three. If you think I'm going to swim with a Kracken on the loose, you're nuts. Ta'akozoka was supposed to be an unending tide of tentacles obsessed with money; I'm not ending up as a victim of hentai."<br/><br/>The Infernal locked onto Del Pilar's coordinates, Walking the Dragon's Path in several jumps to reach the far-distant Hanar office. He came out in an office across the lobby from the target room, flaring his Caste Mark to quell the panic his abrupt appearance caused. Scourges were lucky their mark was virtually identical to their progenitor Night Caste; the office workers quickly zipped their lips when they inferred that a Celestial Assassin was at work.<br/><br/>Esone flicked open the window slightly, unholstering his M97-Viper. Black Widows were all well and good for sheer stoping power and range, but Esone was contractually obliged to close the distance quickly if things went south. The semi-automatic function was also useful if CQC was entered unexpectedly, while the Black Widow would only be good as a bludgeon. Sighting down the scope, Esone studied the Hanar's office.<br/><br/>"One, Three. In overwatch. Target is in sight, at a terminal. Only cover he has is a desk, but there's a few vents. Watch for gas-attacks." He paused, loading some ammunition he'd requisitioned from Solus before they'd parted ways. The bullets were designed to pierce armor by warping non-organic materials, phasing through plating and biting flesh. Each one devoured swathes of mote or biotic power with every shot, and without the charge were just overpriced sniper rounds. "The glass looks bullet-proof, but I've got a way around that. Wont be able to get off more than three shots for the cost though, so try not to get in too much of a pinch."<br/><br/>Esone was so focused on his target that he didn't notice the screens behind him flicker - replaced by a single, staring eye.<br/><br/>"YOUR DEATH WILL BE WORTH EVERY OBOL."