CS had spent the last few nights hugging the rocks and boulders within the valley's walls, draped in the foliage of the natural habitat of Erie as the workings of the Labour camp below have been left as undisturbed by the gaze of his silent will... Different from Weimar's paranoid quarantine sweeps and the torment of silence when drifting through the graveyard of stolen-souls. The land itself didn't show it's hostility, rather it's lack of it as he maintained his seclusion from prying eyes both human and digital as his flightsuit had synchronized with the terrain and flora. But in its moments of silence when attention could be parted from the labour camp, he'd take in what this place was for the moment, the creatures that roamed the walls along side him either took no notice, casually moved along or on the rare occasion they found themselves near but minded none of his business... Undisturbed, yet within full witness to their habitat.
The sun had already hid away behind the valley walls, what was left was the orange glow of the sky, deceivingly warm in sight but overwhelmed by the cold winds that channelled down the valley strait. The cover of night approached, the sheen muted further on his visor as he gazed though his neural interfaced binoculars, yet all was clear time him with heat, sight and sound. But one in particular had been his interest for the past two nights as he finished combing though between labourers and prison officers, one might just say another innocent with a prison number or a treacherous being who supported and upheaved the stability of liberty...
But in this concern to CS, she was someone's mother and by far unjust of this position.
The night had fallen its darkness in the region, the camp was just about to switch shifts to the night-working team. They've been pushing them on twin rotating labourer shifts and that certainly was still taking a toll on the workers below, more some than others... Especially the elderly. His binoculars kept track of one them, she was in pain yet a face was hardly to show it. Deprived, yet pushing through the painful servitude she has been forced into. The view has grown numb on him, but at the same time he is sick and tired of such a sight becoming more and more common across Sirius; Fears of another Hammersee for the masses. She carried building supplies to help expand the camp for more defenceless souls to come crowding in on the next batch of 'on-schedule' trains, this would be her job for the remaining hour as each sack of concrete took a toll on her back as it certainly hunched with lingering damage.
CS had at least a decent amount of observation on her activities. Usually it was much harder to obtain a routine from his targets, that usually ran a good level of suspicion from said person making the objective harder, but with the confinement of this individual where her choices are made for her... He was almost done. He knows when she eats, sleeps and drinks. How much food she portions from her meal to hide in her pockets, how many breaths to take without obtaining the camp guards attention for 'lack of work', which families she sees to give her spare rations out to... Even in nothing, she has the drive to give out something. Which frustrated the helmet-bound operative immensely as his drive was restricted to monitoring her suffering; An imprint wasn't something he was expecting but all he could do was watch... "True evil's desire and spiteful pressures that have cast you here have chosen poorly, I wish the void hears my plea, may your wings spread and your hands reach many; Gail Marshall."
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