[hr][h1][i]The Changeling Unit.[/i][/h1][hr][hider=Massive Attack - Angel][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xiK2JlBpzvI[/youtube][/hider][hr]


Shit, she almost got found out.

She'd hate to hear Luis chew her out if she has to be the next person to be broken out. The black haired teen - known in the inner circle of Changelings as [i]The Contessa[/i] - stepped out of the tent and right back into the rain. Her jeans, and her shirt with some band's logo on it was soaked. She wished that she could wear her trench coat, but right now her disguise was "average scared teenage girl!". More importantly, she could only hide a small, low caliber, pistol on her instead of the massive arsenal that she usually has access to. Such bullshit. The Contessa stepped in a puddle - and damn near got trampled when someone hauled a stretcher with a injured woman on it.

The goal was to spy on the safe zone, and the Contessa apparently met the criteria being the most normal looking out of all of them. It would have been funny if Luis was here, but now that NEST knows his face, it's best that he stays in the shadows, while plotting the next move. Much like NEST, the Changelings needed information on what's going on - specifically, where everyone is, and what's going on. They could have launched their attack ages ago, but hey lacked the information, and could have went guns blazing into a trap. Now, they have some vague idea of where to go, and what to do. However, now that priorities have... temporarily shifted, their goal is to keep everyone in Verthaven.

And to do that, they need to employ a little violence.

The Contessa walked forward, and looked around as she stepped into an alleyway that no one would be caught dead in. She kept walking in, taking a quick peek over her shoulder to make sure that nobody followed her in. Something grey dropped in front of her, and she turned and face it, and it was the Mannequin. The rainwater washing away the blood that was on it's body. It hunched over, and faced the Contessa.

"Yo," The Contessa said, "There's a guard walking along the walls of the safe zone that you should be able to nab. Be quick, be quiet." She pointed southwest of herself.

The Mannequin nodded it's head, oddly human eye twitching, and hopped up into the air, back onto the roof. In which the Contessa stepped out of the alleyway, and continued to resume gathering intelligence.

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Despite NEST all but forgetting about the Changeling Unit, the Mannequin had to be careful, very sneaky. Because they're still on the lookout for monsters, and... he's very distinct. NEST will immediately open fire, and be glad there's once less Changeling. Which is why the Mannequin clung to the walls, and kept moving. Right on the outskirts of the safe zone, there was a lone Agent walking alongside a teenaged girl that had to be his daughter. Fully armored, and rifle in hand. The Mannequin came to the edge of the roof and listened.

"... Look, sweetie, everything's going to be alright." The Agent said.

"I just hope my friends got out of there in one piece...." The teenaged girl trailed off.

The Mannequin got an idea. He crawled down the edge of the building, and crept up on them by walking on all fours. He was practically inaudible at the right pace. Especially with all this rainfall. The Mannequin moved in closely, and set his eyes on the girl. Body moving stiff as a machine, it lunged right at her, wrapping one arm around her, and it's other hand producing a knife from the palm. He faced the agent, with the teen in hand.

"What the hell - [i]The Mannequin!?[/i]" The Agent shouted as he aimed at them, the Mannequin brought the girl a little tighter. "Let her go!" He shouted, "Let her go - [i][b]NOW![/b][/i]"

The Puppet was wordless as it raised a finger to where it's lips would be, a silent gesture that got across the message quite well. The Agent raised an eyebrow, then the Mannequin pointed at the gun, then the ground. Before pressing the knife against her throat a little tighter.

"Okay, okay..." He said as he dropped the gun, and put his hands up into the air. "Don't hurt her, please."

The next gesture was simple, the Mannequin bent it's finger a few times. A simple signal for him to come here. The Agent stepped closer and closer to him. 

"I'll, I'll do anyth-" He was about to let out a heartfelt speech before the Mannequin cut him off in an interesting way.

Using a quick burst of speed, and body control, that no human is capable of, the Mannequin quickly swung out the blade that used to be pressed up against the teen's throat and swung it out at the Agent's throat. Creating a rain of crimson as the man gasped for air. The teen screamed, but not for long as the Mannequin covered her mouth. "... This will help you with the stress." The Mannequin said as he produced a needle from his finger, with presumably a chemical on the other end. The teen struggled, but the Mannequin managed to stab her in the throat with the syringe. The struggling stopped as her eyes closed and the Mannequin released his grasp. Letting her drop to the ground dead.

"Flashbang," The Mannequin spoke into the radios. "We have two bodies."

They [i]have[/i] to dispose of the bodies. An Agent, and his teenaged daughter, being found dead would raise many red flags. Two portals on the ground formed under them, and their bodies dropped in. The Mannequin looked around, before similarly hopping in. 

The blood was washed away with the rain.