The afternoon in Rome stretched endless over the capital cities skies, and the smell of flora and the touch of the gentle fibers of grass below a person’s feet. All of these contributed to the city’s authentic feel, but now, they were going to be painted red as Roman was assigned a new mission. This was actually his first time being assigned a mission to assassinate someone with some form of significance. They appeared to be a part of a Liafador family, a group of people Roman has never heard of, but according to the person who gave him the assignment, they were a family of constant quarrels and power trips. Which seemed exhausting to the Black Urchin, but the reward for killing one was great, making it worth his time.
His target was the fabled Twilight Assassin, a danger to masters of martial arts and meta-humans alike. There wasn’t much information that could be given about him due to the Assassin never being a static force, and always appearing when least expected. So Roman had to be moving blind in this one, not something he enjoyed figuring his last target nearly punched a hole through him. However, an assassin was something he could deal with.
He gestured for his men to come along and would track down the last location of this silent killer so they could get this bounty. The One-Man Spartan suit opened up from behind as it welcomed it’s host with its ominous black interior. Leaving the warehouse, the Canvas Anti-Insurgency group would begin their journey, which seemed to have been an unnamed region not too far from Rome itself, in fact it was within the Sicilia Province
The silent helicopters of the Anti-Insurgency dropped near an open region, dropping off Roman and five of his most elite to find their target before taking to the skies again, camouflaging with the night sky above. Roman, now as Canvas, would turn invisible, as the red glow of his Helmet's lens turned transparent. His men followed his lead and would turn invisible as well, enabling them to be unseen by anyone, or any wave of light.
Canvas ventured on into the areas of Sicily, and his men followed him as his suit made a high pitched beep designed for their own suits to pick up. They continued to follow the Black Urchin’s signal, until finally it stopped. Roman sat on the floor, before letting up a flare and turning one of his men opaque, he grabbed the now opaque soldier’s gun without taking it out of his hands, and began firing into the forest, not aiming for anything, just making noise to possibly lure out this assassin.
Roman and the other remained invisible, and he and his soldiers backed away from the one holding the gun, but while they aimed their guns at the baited man, Roman took a seat upon a rock nearby, using its unshifting mass to allow his own position to remain unknown. Now, this was the boring part of the mission, the wait, the patience.