A portfolio was a tricky thing to build as a huntsman in training. The number of jobs available to lowerclassmen was significantly lower than those available to upperclassmen, and even then, many of the few available jobs involved being shadowed by a huntsman, which usually meant either less pay, or less of a reputation. Reputation was founded on risk and success, and one didn't build a reputation by hiding behind someone with a bigger stick. As such, he was more than happy to take this job, regardless of its simplicity. A single human target that he was tasked with following. While direct engagement wasn't the goal, he should be prepared for it anyway. Supposedly his target was a renown swordsman in the Royale family, and a higher-up in the Royale Foundation. Why such a figure would potentially sabotage a group he was so invested in was beyond Juno, but that's why he was here; to figure out if this guy was a mole within the foundation, and if he is, then to figure out why.
The young man rolled his shoulders as he synced the rocket locker to his scroll, taking a moment to check himself in the mirror before closing the door. He had thought it would be appropriate to attempt to blend in, clad in a simple black and white tracksuit with his hair tied back into a pony tail and some makeup applied to his scars in an attempt to hide them. It was simple, unassuming, and plain. Evening may be a relatively uncommon time for joggers to take to the streets, especially in a metropolitan area such as the City of Vale, but when was the last time anyone heard of a fitness nut spying on the inner workings of an influential family?
By his own admission, Juno had picked out a pretty decent spot to wait for his target, utilizing a street sign at the corner of the block in order to help him stretch as he prepped for his jog. He kept his aura down as he watched the man exit his his home, taking a moment to flick through the settings of his own scroll and plug it into a speaker at his hip. He needed to be unassuming, but trying too hard to not be noticed often made you look the most out of place. As such, a smile came to his lips as he began playing some
workout music, just loudly enough for those around him to hear as he set off on his jog, following the man at a distance on the opposite side of the street. On occasion Juno would pass the man, oftentimes to turn down an intersection and act as though he were taking a different course, but ultimately the raven-haired huntsman would return, and always with a new, motivating workout fanfare.
Maintained streets and sidewalks soon gave way to cracked pavement and neglected potholes, as the stores and apartments showed signs of the city's notable wealth gap between the marketplaces and the slums. Juno turned down his music as he continued to jog, using Phi to keep an eye on the man's position as he made another pass and stopped at the corner to stretch and take a break. This poverty stricken location
oozed hallmarks of backdoor shady dealings. He'd just need to be in the right spot to report an anything important.
Not long after the young man stopped, Silica would receive a message from Juno's scroll.
[Trailed target to slums, at 26th and Prospect, ultimate destination still unknown.]