The tall figure paced briskly down the street, his stride carrying purpose, but not overt enough to draw any unwanted attention. He wear a black leather jacket with a hood pulled over his head, hands planted in his pockets. A look of quiet determination was settled on the elven face, that told of a focused mind but alert senses. Fereldr had a mission to do, and he had a reputation for getting jobs done. He didn't intend on letting that reputation change.<br/><br/>His order had received an anonymous tip, one that told of an anti-Leader attack on a bridge, where they were planning on hijacking a weapons shipment. Fereldr was dispatched to eliminate the threat. It was believed to be a small force. After all, it was a busy bridge and in the middle of the day, a large contingent of rebels would be quickly spotted and reported. Fereldr, with his knack for subtlety in eliminating singular threats, was chosen as best for the job. The last chaos caused, the better.<br/><br/>As he rounded a corner, he came upon the bridge a block away. It was a rather slow time for traffic, so it was nearly empty, save for a couple cars and a man walking along it. Fereldr paused for a minute and scanned the area. He didn't spot any gathered people or boats below the bridge, nor was there anyway immediately nearby to take it from above.<br/><br/>Fereldr took a second look at the man who was walking away from him to the far side of the bridge. He was carrying a backpack and....something in his hand? Fereldr couldn't make it out. It was suspicious, but not enough to be threatening. He watched as the man reached a car on the far side of the bridge and got in. The elf waited to see where he would go, but he didn't move.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">He's lying in wait. I think that may be my man...</span>Fereldr realized. Again he scanned the bridge, trying to ascertain what form the attack would take. It was then he finally made out strange shapes attached to the support pillars.<span style="font-style: italic">Bombs? The fellow intends to drop the truck in the river and retrieve the weapons, then? </span><br/><br/>Wary that the bomber may have comrades lying in wait somewhere to help retrieve the supplies, Fereldr proceeded cautiously. He lowered his hood, put on a friendly and casual look, and began stepping across the bridge. He was adept at blending in, and though the bridge was pretty quiet, he could still manage to appear to be a nobody. He really wanted to defuse the bombs first, but with the triggerman watching nearby, he couldn't be sure that they wouldn't be set off in his face when he attempted to disarm them. Instead, he would get close to the bomber and take him by surprise.<br/><br/>Making sure not to look at the car where his target sat--which would draw attention-- he proceeded forward at a casual pace, staring down the street ahead of him, nonchalantly glancing at things as he passed them, the same as any normal pedestrian.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>I'll teach this terrorist what befalls those who try to harm this city...</span>