Mashiro Sunookami

Adjusting the dial on her scope, Mashiro remains perfectly still atop the clock tower, her black wings tucked tightly against her back to minimize her silhouette. The wind whistles past, but she doesn't blink, her red eyes locked onto a suspicious gathering in the alleyway three blocks over.

Wind speed... 3.2 meters per second. Elevation... sixty degrees. Sector 4-Charlie is currently under observation. Injustice is a weed that must be pulled before it takes root, Sensei. You shouldn't be up here without a tactical vest; the stray bullets in this district don't care about your status at Schale. Stay behind me and keep your head down. I’ve sighted a group of delinquents harassing a delivery drone... should I neutralized the threat, or wait for your signal?