OOC: I decided to make a small reference to the Godfather in this post.
IC(Tego):The sun was coming up. The night had passed so quickly. Tego was astounded he stayed awake throughout the entirety of it. He looked over to his burner, reached out from beneath his shawl and grasped his thermos. He opened it and took a nice swag of coffee. He felt the soothing warmth flow down his throat. Before he placed it back on the burner, he took a moment to stare at the little blue flame on the burner. Just to stare. The flame was flittering, fighting against the cold, but it was not dead.
The roof top began to shake. Was the building collapsing? Tego jumped with an explosion of energy, almost kicking his thermos was off the building. he looked behind himself and then realized it was just a Feeco train, he was sitting close to a rail road.
Slowly, the energy sank to the bottom of his body and he sat back down. He took another swag of coffee and wondered if he should risk a smoke. As he slowly unsheathed a cigarette from its packet, he remembered the foulness of ths act. Smoking was considered a symbol of the Oddfather and a symbol of weakness by the resistance. He tossed his packet over the edge of the building. He would never succumb to the evils of the city. He took another swag.
He dropped his thermos as a glint of yellow flashed in the corner of his eye. he turned to another building, not far away, and gazed. The informer from the other building was signaling the arrival. White for fall back, yellow for proceeding with the mission.
He slipped his body out from beneath his shawl and scrambled to the wall, escaping from the watchful eyes of any flying sligs in the area. His heart was beating fast. After assuring himself it was safe, he scrambled over to the corner of the roof top.
He searched for the tiny, black sheet of metal. His eyes were racing around for it. Finally, he located it. He moved it to the side and stared down out at the gun in its nook. It was greasy and bold. He moved his hand towards it. He was almost afraid. His let his fingers scoop it up into his hand.
After he got the feeling of holding the pistol, he scrambled to the next corner of the rooftop. When he would tip his head over the wall to take a look, a bullet would come flying through his head. He had to get a grip of himself, he needed to have control. He kept thinking about the possibilities of what might happen. He would die and the mission would be ruined. These next moments would be the ones sealing his fate.
Tego realized that he needed to defeat both enemies: the captain and his own fear. He made up his mind and he threw his head and arms over the wall. He looked down into the street and was staring straight at the glukkon's smug little head. It was him. Without question he pulled the trigger. Tego immediately retreated back to the safety of the wall. He wondered if the thunder he heard was the explosion of the gun or the beating of his heart.
Thinking back to his objectives, he disassembled the gun into its interchangeable parts. He ran across the rooftop and deposited each of the parts into different chimneys. He hoped the clanking of the parts traveling down the metal chimneys wouldn't give away his position.
The morning sun was out. Tego gazed at the horizon for a few moments and then began hoping along the adjacent rooftops back to the base. He looked back once more and realized he had forgotten his burner and thermos. He decided to let them stay there so that he may find them again some day. The small blue flame was still burning.