Cassandra Cain

As Cass steps through the door onto a dark rooftop, her hands rise automatically to pull her cowl up and her mask down into place. The moon is full, and the lights of the city mean that while there are plenty of shadows, there aren't any problems seeing what the terrain looks like. They're in some sort of residential area. Apartment buildings everywhere, six or seven stories each, and running right up against each other for the most part.

A veritable rooftop playground for people with the right inclination.

The fight in the warehouse had been quick. Quicker than even Cass' fights usually went. Trowa wasn't a bad partner for this sort of thing, really. Maybe she should ask him to join her again sometime.

After the last bad guy had been beaten senseless and zip tied Cass had led the way up to the roof. Rooftops were good spots to hang out, after all. They didn't stay on that particular roof for long. Cass checked the map display on the inside of her mask's lenses, and there were no more hotspots. That meant she had to go visit Oracle for new orders.

She glances over at Trowa after she presses the button signaling a return to the Clocktower and cocks her head. Does he want to join her for a quick trip across the city rooftops, or would he rather head home?

Cassandra took the time earlier to consult with Oracle about her new target in this mission. Oracle had expressed some surprise at who she'd ended up with, but had provided enough information to get Cass started.

Now she sits in the rafters again, looking down on the bar in search of her prey. Come out, come out, wherever you are!

[tinytag: Assassins]