Despite the sun slowly rising into the morning sky, Tarsil had observed the warehouse from a safe distance away, safely hidden within the shadows of a nearby building. It was the place that an old man had given him the directions to, but he knew who he was.
As the time passed, a small number of people had entered the building, each individually showing up to the same location, with an occasional vehicle passing by and a single patrol cruiser passed by at one point. Tarsil knew who the officers were, due to his affiliation with the district's police force.
Well, I guess it's time to greet the old man, he thought to himself, turning to his personal transport shrouded by the building's shadow. It was a
motorcycle of sorts, custom to the operative's personal tastes. Matching his color scheme with a unique, sleek design, the cycle was truly Tarsil's vehicle of choice, as it didn't betray his associations with the police force.
Reaching into one of the compartments, he retrieved a sphere-like object, about twice the size of one of his hands. After fiddling with the object for a couple of seconds, the orb began to glow, the lights and sensors emitting a similar color of orange as the man's eyes, and hovered roughly eye-level with Tarsil before being sent towards the warehouse as his mouth. The orb was a short-range surveillance drone, equipped with scanners and other tools for communications and observations of a given environment and to relay the information back to its operator, as well as being equipped with a single retractable whip-like blade and a self-disintegration protocol to prevent it to fall in opposing hands. As he released it to the site, he activated a small holographic console on his left arm.
The drone silently glided to the abandoned building and slipped in through a hole in one of the outer walls. The building for the most part was in darkness, except for a single room that was well lit, and as the drone approached, Tarsil could see that there were more than one person there. Tarsil remotely activated the drone's projector, suddenly creating a rough hologram of himself, the general shape the same orange hue as the drone's "aura". Through the drone's single speaker, Tarsil projected a somewhat mechanical voice in place of his own.
"Omni, I apologize for sending a drone in my place, but I do hope you can understand the reason why. For those who don't know, you may call me Blacklight."Tarsil had to be careful not to be affiliated with the others, as it would compromise his security.