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His mind worked like a computer, continuously going over and identifying and categorizing everything he took in from his environment, absently sifting through the most mundane and the most intricate details with meticulous efficiency. The height of the rooftop, the time it would take to fall from said height, what kind of injuries would most likely result, and the chance of death. The distance to the window they were headed to, the type and the strength of the zipline there and how much weight it could support and the speed someone would travel along it relative to their weight. Tatsuo's mind worked over such observations and calculations incessantly, with ease; for him it was no different than an ordinary mind taking in the color of the sky or the shape of a building.

The youth's conscious thought, however, mostly revolved around the mission ahead - the image and name of the group's target, the route they planned to take to him, how much interference they were likely to encounter, and the role each group member was assigned to play.

Chem, Osiris, and Scapegoat had already made their way across the zipline. Being next closest in line, Tatsuo followed suit. For having the mind of a robot, 'Royal' had the grace of a cat, with practiced and precise awareness and control of his lean frame that allowed him to move near flawlessly. He followed down the zipline and was deposited into the window smoothly, where he waited with Chem and the others for the remainder of the group before trailing after them.

Already, he contemplated better methods of executing the mission at hand, and alternate routes each group member could have taken to achieve the Syndicate's goal. But he did not feel obligated to voice these theories, and simply continued as instructed, dark eyes sweeping the halls for signs of anyone or anything that might threaten the mission; even without involving his observer spirit, Tatsuo was very observant.