If I don't make it, someone else will

[windsofdaytime]

Who: Mainly the teams of Spy/Ishtar, Kaoru/Arumat and Patchouli/Sniper.
What: When you summon your Servant on the roof, people usually notice and decide to take you out.
Where: Around Patchouli's mansion
When: 6 PM, after this log
Warnings: Grievous bodily harm is bound to happen to somebody.

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[fyi_1_am_a_spy]

The Spy stood near the front gate, holding the Dead Ringer tight inside his coat.

"The operation has commenced."

Drawing a deep breath, he stepped onto the property. Owned by one Patchouli Knowledge, if his research was correct. And it was correct -- it could not possibly be incorrect.

The barrier field burned around him. He passed through it effortlessly; an old trick of the clan. As he made his way towards the entrance, he felt a deep apprehension.

No matter how many times he risked his life, it never lost the edge of fear and tension.

As he circled around the mansion, looking for a Servant's entrance. The barrier field threatened to reveal him at any moment. He stepped silently, finally reaching a small side entrance. He was ready...

He entered into the Patchouli residence.

[hagiri_no_kiri]

Something felt...off somehow. It was difficult for Servant Assassin to say exactly what it was, but he found it safe to assume that all was not well in this house.

Alert Patchouli? No, better not to waste time. Whatever threat was presenting itself, it would be more efficient for Sniper to confront it immediately. Never mind the fact that he couldn't identify just what the perceived threat might be. Silently he moved through the house, focusing on keeping himself concealed. A playing card held between two fingers, Sniper raised his hand to ready an attack.

His Presence Concealment dropped as the card was thrown, heading directly for the Spy's shoulder in an attempted nonlethal strike.

[fyi_1_am_a_spy]

Had it been thrown with lethal intent, the attack would have certainly connected. As it was, the Spy just rolled out of the way, the card slashing the cloth of his suit.

Spy rose up, drawing the Ambassador effortlessly.

A Servant. He did the math in his head: risk getting hit, use the Dead Ringer? He had noted a light on in the library window. Perhaps if he could trigger the Dead Ringer, loop up into the residence...

Or summon Ishtar.

The Spy stared up at the threat.

Decisions, decisions.

He raised the Ambassador.

[hagiri_no_kiri]

A smirk played across the teenager's face as he gave the Ambassador an almost analytic look--two words left him and nothing further.

"Nice gun."

Sniper's hand flew out again--another card, directed at the hand holding the Ambassador as he darted behind a corner for some small measure of cover.

A Master? Must've been, not that Sniper cared. An enemy was an enemy,and that was all that mattered right now.