Vesper was quite aware that the bounty on his secret identity's head had not disappeared. His superhuman hearing had given him a tip off on who the next assassin would be. Not that he had a clue who this Bullseye was. Only that he was spoken about in hushed, reverent tones by hardened killers.
The man dressed like a bat had been on patrol for a bit. He winged his way toward home and spotted something strange on a rooftop. He looped back and extended his silence field to its max. He came down on the rooftop behind the red clad man.
It was kind of odd to see a man in a red trench coat in New York's Summer heat. Even odder to see one aiming a large rifle in the direction of Vesper's home. He tapped on his night vision before silently covering half the distance to the assassin. He dropped the silence field once his wings had folded completely in.
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The man dressed like a bat had been on patrol for a bit. He winged his way toward home and spotted something strange on a rooftop. He looped back and extended his silence field to its max. He came down on the rooftop behind the red clad man.
It was kind of odd to see a man in a red trench coat in New York's Summer heat. Even odder to see one aiming a large rifle in the direction of Vesper's home. He tapped on his night vision before silently covering half the distance to the assassin. He dropped the silence field once his wings had folded completely in.
"Too heavy duty for late-night pigeon shooting."