Decoys (3)

A row behind Jeff, Daylor Anas sat on a canoe seat. This guy was wearing a serious expression now.

This entire way, Daylor only intensely stared at his plate apparatus. Over time, that arrow's color changed. From a light grey, to a charcoal black.

Now, within the black, there was a dark purple brewing.

Below the canoe, the coalition force ran down the empty roads. 3 S-ranks and 20 A-ranks. Only the top dogs of Berrystone city were here.

Travelling at 50 miles / hour, these guys weren't even sweating.

In Jeff's opinion, these guys weren't really needed. However, he wasn't going to stop these guys from getting merit points and loot either. Well, someone had to deal with the small guys right?

Flying past a residential area of houses, they had reached an uptown commercial area. There were high-rise apartments and shops on the streets now.