EMIYA SHIROU
Shirou had initially intended to find a good spot on a tall building and observe Darcy from afar, but the discovery of flying dragon patrols around Shendu’s headquarters forced them to find a new strategy. So here he was, in a hoodie, following Darcy as covertly as he could from a distance. He wished once again that he had Saber’s support available should a physical confrontation arise, but the blond priest had been right: she was ill-suited for this sort of task.
The freelancer did his best to maintain his composed demeanor, but it was difficult. In close quarters like this, he was out of his element. A pit of worry was gradually digging itself in his gut. He could not afford to be caught, for Mia’s sake. Darcy, on the other hand, seemed perfectly at ease. If the man was as terrified as Shirou was, he hid it exceptionally well.
There were a lot of men and women in suits who Shirou suspected were agents of some kind or another, but they all appeared to be keeping tabs on the dragons and the palace, rather than protecting it from intruders. Perhaps there were other organizations in the Nexus that were wary of Shendu. Still, he did his best to avoid them. Better safe than sorry.
Darcy, fearless fool that he apparently was, strolled right up to the massive dragon guarding the entrance and cheerfully got his attention with a discussion about Jesus. Shirou nearly sighed in relief when the scaly orange beast didn’t vaporize him on the spot. For a brief moment, the archer debated shooting the dragon with Gram, but decided against it. Even if he could kill the dragon with one shot, the body would be discovered quickly.
Shirou carefully circled around the outer edge of the courtyard, doing his best to keep something between him and line of sight with the guard. With the orange dragon distracted, he could probably sneak in through a window, if he was careful.