Niikura was confident in his abilities. That's all Mike needed to know. His partner wasn't going to let him down.
"Going for that one first," Mike pointed at a house a couple doors down from the nearest. "There's at least a little bit of cover."
Without speaking further, Mike crouched and began to move low to the ground. He was short, but even his smaller stature could still be caught by a stray flashlight beam. Keeping low wouldn't completely fix that, but it would at least make him less likely to be spotted. If they failed this mission, there was no telling what would happen to the Institute's population at large. Mike wasn't going to fail those that were depending on them.
Besides, if they failed, the Institute staff would probably pick up three people anyways. This mission was just to prove a point: that they were in control. It was luckily given to him and Niikura; both of them could handle being forced into this situation, knowing what it really was. Of course, that was rehashing, but sometimes it was good to remind oneself of what hung in the balance of one's success or failure.
Even thirty years later, sometimes the voice in Mike's head sounded like Master Splinter's.
He reached the first house, if one could really call it a house. It wasn't exactly in the best of shape. Then again, in his time, most buildings were in some state of disrepair. At least these people had their freedom.
... Except for those that he was about ready to help capture, but that was besides the point. Better three of them than dozens of others.
Mike found feeble light coming out of a window and he crept towards it, staying low. He froze when someone passed in front of the light source, then relaxed when their shadow stopped. Good. Someone was home. And that someone was going to be his first target.
He paused for a moment, looking for Niikura. Mike wanted to be sure Niikura was in position before he went to observe further. Situations like this had a habit of exploding suddenly, and Mike wasn't going to take any chances.
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"Going for that one first," Mike pointed at a house a couple doors down from the nearest. "There's at least a little bit of cover."
Without speaking further, Mike crouched and began to move low to the ground. He was short, but even his smaller stature could still be caught by a stray flashlight beam. Keeping low wouldn't completely fix that, but it would at least make him less likely to be spotted. If they failed this mission, there was no telling what would happen to the Institute's population at large. Mike wasn't going to fail those that were depending on them.
Besides, if they failed, the Institute staff would probably pick up three people anyways. This mission was just to prove a point: that they were in control. It was luckily given to him and Niikura; both of them could handle being forced into this situation, knowing what it really was. Of course, that was rehashing, but sometimes it was good to remind oneself of what hung in the balance of one's success or failure.
Even thirty years later, sometimes the voice in Mike's head sounded like Master Splinter's.
He reached the first house, if one could really call it a house. It wasn't exactly in the best of shape. Then again, in his time, most buildings were in some state of disrepair. At least these people had their freedom.
... Except for those that he was about ready to help capture, but that was besides the point. Better three of them than dozens of others.
Mike found feeble light coming out of a window and he crept towards it, staying low. He froze when someone passed in front of the light source, then relaxed when their shadow stopped. Good. Someone was home. And that someone was going to be his first target.
He paused for a moment, looking for Niikura. Mike wanted to be sure Niikura was in position before he went to observe further. Situations like this had a habit of exploding suddenly, and Mike wasn't going to take any chances.