Rᴀɪʟ would say even on his deathbed that he hadn’t, not once, interferred with the signal the Protector’s used to communicate with each other. Was it a lie? Yes. Was he willing to give up his main source of entertainment in this sad city? Absolutely not. It was for this sole selfish reason that he continued to listen to the radio linked to their communication signal with each other, soon perking up when things seemed to get rather active; they were talking quite a bit, weren’t they? They were noisy. Something was up.

Emerald pools stared down the small radio sitting on his desk, soon perking up when he heard gunshots and frantic yelling. Oho– That was something. They found something nice for him, apparently! The programmer couldn’t help but snicker a bit as he hopped out of his chair, grabbing his scarf to start trotting out the door. Yes, it was best for him to put a skip in his step… It’d be bad if Commander found it instead of himself!

He knew the secrets of this city much better than that person anyway.

Look for something bright. Look for something out of the ordinary.

                                                      Like that guy.

Gunshots could be so faintly heard from the direction he was coming from, and he could only  a s s u m e . Arrogant as it was to say it, Rail was hardly ever wrong, thus he didn’t bother to hestitate to remove his scarf as the stranger neared closer with quick steps– Soon close enough for him to whip it out and wrap it around the other and tug them into the shadows with him.

“Your friendly neighborhood watch is here to take you some place safe ♪” The male sang quietly, seemingly amused. “C'mon, we gotta get going if you don’t want those pesky guys shooting at'cha again.”