Like Toy Soldiers(Natasha/Lukas)

The remaining transmitter would land neatly within Natasha's hands as Lukas moved towards the entrance of the maze. This would allow them to communicate between one another and relay information between the other. Natasha would observe Lukas from comfortable vantage point in the sky.

It would be the ideal position to watch from afar and so, as he created some distance between them and made his way into the wildly varying alleys, Natasha would use Hirenkyaku to create her own measure of distance, floating high into the air to watch over him as he walked through the maze. To avoid sticking out like a sore thumb, Natasha would pull three items of remarkable similarity from her pocket - tools to cloak her spiritual pressure and avoid any watchful eyes that might be gazing out into the sky.

Among these tools was one of her items she created on her own - Miss Invisible. An azure-colored ball that when given a sufficient source of reishi, seemingly allowed her to blend in with the air around her, concealed from sight, though not entirely. It was simply a way of making it a difficult task for anyone aiming to discern her spiritual pressure in any given location. Natasha would speak through the transmitter as she gazed down at Lukas, maintaining a poised gaze as she tracked his location, monitoring the area as she did so.

"So far, I don't see nothin' too suspicious goin' on. I'll keep ya' noted if I see anythin' from above, though by that point, I reckon' I ought to come down and assist' but... so far, so clear, honey. Keep movin' at your pace."

THE CITY OF LIGHT
That accent. The grinding of teeth nearly audible through the earpiece, Lukas' slumped shoulders continued to march through the various warehouses backalleys. From above, he'd be particularly easy to keep track of, his hair bright with the rising sun, despite the colossal shadows dripping from each building. It would take more than a moment for him to find anyone else, an errant worry for the one man he had passed.

If he was the target... The urge to shake his head was resisted as the sound of voices echoed towards him. Yelling?

Lukas turned the corner, a flickering lightbulb above him. Eyes squinting behind sunglasses, the figures ahead a mass of squirming limbs - body turned over body, fists flying as either of the combatants struggled to claw back onto their feet. Silhouettes moved behind bright windows, a broken door and vibrant language setting the scene. Atop the door, G.R. LLC, the letters underneath it illegible for half a dozen reasons, none of them particularly important.

He'd stare at the two, in the few glimpses of light he could make it out - the decisive cracking of a skull as the victor stood, a stomp landing decisively on the other man's neck. If it were any other situation, he'd be congratulating the man, but now was not the time. Especially if she's listening.

His left hand raised, hair carefully falling over the earpiece before he spoke, hand turning outwards to wave. "Everything good?"

The man's neck almost snapped with how fast he turned, a faint trail of blood flying from his mouth. A fist clenched with gritted teeth, clouded eyes clearing as the man stared at Lukas. "You a customer?"

There were a handful of skills Lukas had acquired working for the Vandereich in the past, and arguably the most important was to know when to shut up. Responding with silence and crossed arms, his head would swivel towards the crumpled body as an eyebrow peeked from beneath glasses. Stillness, the sound of scratching against his bandaged arm.

A noticeable shift across the other man's face, his eyes shifting between the two others in quick succession. A moment of pregnant silence, a thumb jutting downwards. "Don't worry, he didn't pay." Another spittle of blood, the man turning back to the still obliterated door. "WE GOT A CUSTOMER!"

That was easy. he assumed, slowly stepping forward to follow the man as he dissapeared, another man emerging with a mop and bucket as he entered.

Bright lights, the smell of harsh chemicals, a sense of dread. It was an open floorplan, small cubicles filling a far corner of the room where fifteen or so men and women were idly chatting. Across the rest, a miniature shipping yard; pallets and forklifts, a mix of various logistics supplies and Reio-knew-what. Only here, at the far end of the miniature yard, a crowded table of four.

"Never seen you before." the same man continued to talk at Lukas, now holding a wet rag to his mouth. It would take a moment before the table would turn their heads to the silver haired man, echoing silence as they did.

"Just got out of prison." a casual remark, and probably the last truth he'd tell them.