*yeets in and throws this written crap in here and leaves lol* half of it was written half asleep but it's not that bad, I think. tbh i think i write better like this Character is Leroy.
I don't usually prefer roaming in these parts of the city, but it is one of the few sections where I haven't looked into yet. The large hoodie I borrowed from one of the bosses lackeys conceals my being pretty well, but I can’t wait to get this days’ investigation over with so I can ditch it later. Although it benefits me in being able to blend in with the crowd, it sickens me to be on par with these pathetic humans, stumbling over their own feet with their minds lost in the drunken clouds. I could never understand the urge to get this… this out of touch, with themselves.
Stepping over patches of trash and empty beer bottles, I roam the sidewalks and alleys searching for her. I have her most recent picture stored in the database that I like to call my own mind; the image of her straight, black hair comes upfront, along with her perfected body; toned and curved at all the right places due to years of training and etiquette. What stands out the most about her, is her eyes. A brilliant blue, one that casts a fierce gaze that analyzes her prey. One's that could potentially seek out the fear in someone, or the excitement.
Ones identical to my boss.
In that aspect, they are truly father and daughter, despite the minor nuclear differences in their eyescans. Yet there are many, many reasons more why the two are vastly different. This investigation, being one of them. Why would this woman suddenly disappear? It couldn't have been a kidnapping; security and surveillance, supposedly, is top notch. No one other than the ones who worked here would be able to step past the thick walls surrounding the tower. There must have been some sort of breach, and she took advantage of it. My conclusion to it all was that she simply had run away. I don't understand why someone would throw away their life living at the top, for any reason at all. If she had ran away, then my job is to find her, and bring her back to my boss.
I keep maneuvering through the narrow streets, hoping to find any sort of answer to this case in question. I scan through the forefront of each store, hoping to find someone of resemblance to the boss’s daughter and finishing this once and for all.
But then, I stop in my tracks. No, I didn't see her, but I saw my counterpart. Lloyd. He is walking with the carefree detective who he was forced to pair up with. I step onto the alley next to me and peek over the corner of the building. I have no reason as to why I am hiding from him, but something tells me that I shouldn't let either of them see me. I watch as they go into a bar not far away. Stealthily I follow, keeping my presence to a minimum as I reach the entrance and go through the doors.
The bar was a medium sized, but busy place, with a number of tables filled with customers. The bar table towards the back had all but two stools filled on each end, and that's when I notice Lloyd and the detective over there, on the right side. The detective orders a drink, while Lloyd stands next to him and watches. At this time I make my way over to a small empty booth seat, close enough to spy a little further on them, but also conveniently hidden away from their line of sight, at least from the detective's.
Turning away from those two for a moment, I scan through the rest of the crowd looking for her. Few match the hair similarity, but none so far have the same striking eye features. The ones where I happen to look straight in the eye did not match up at all either. With all the movement and the flashing lights, it was extremely difficult to get accurate readings. Nor do I have the time to walk up to each person and look them in the eye just to double check.
I decide to go up to the bar table in the back, purposely choosing the stool farthest away from Lloyd and his companion. As I sit, I cast a glance over in their direction, and I see the detective speaking with the female bartender… or that woman behind the counter. That woman wasn’t wearing the same attire as the rest, but had on only a tank top and some fitted jeans. She didn't seem to work here, but apparently was welcomed behind the counter. Her hair was in waves, and the color suggest it have to have been dyed, with black hair on the roots to a light blonde near the ends. Her hair covers her eyes, so I couldn’t see them properly, but she wears a huge smile as she talks to the detective, even becoming quite intimate as she rests her hand on his arm.
I would have gone about the rest of the evening regularly, searching as per usual for the missing girl, but at that moment I notice her head turn slightly and she glances up towards my direction. It was like she knew someone was watching her. It only lasted for a brief second, maybe it was less, but I felt her gaze lock up against mine, and I couldn’t help but dart my eyes away. Is this what it feels like, to feel intimidated by a gaze that appears to be harmless? I didn’t want to believe it. There’s no reason to feel any sort of emotion just by meeting eyes with a-
“Excuse me, sir?” a voice says near me, and I turn my head towards it, to see that woman right in front of me. I can finally get a closer look, and look up into her eyes.
There were such a brilliant blue.
The core within me imitates a beating heart.
She had to be the one.
I regain my senses as the woman speaks again. “Can I get you something? A drink, maybe? There’s no need to keep your hood up, y’know.”
I brush the hair out of my face off to the side, keeping the hood up, and I gaze up at her again. I put on a smile and I lift an arm up to gently stroke her cheek. I keep my eyes locked onto hers, and start to scan.
“There’s no need to, my dear,” I say “for I am already drunk by taking in your beauty.”
She blushes and smiles back, lowering her eyes, showing off her long lashes. I pull away from her and get up off the stool, the scanning process complete. I turn away and walk out of the entrance, and in my head I gather the data from the scan and compare it to the stored data.
They are a perfect match. This part of the mission is complete. I couldn't help but let out a grin.
My boss will certainly be delighted.