you were a street performer, you wouldn’t call your self one but you would if you’d get paid for every time you tapped you feet. Preforming on a fishing port, off the cost line 500 meters from a hostage filled building.

it wasn’t often that you saw soldiers passing through the streets since you were always to invested in dancing. Like right now, standing on top of a barrel tap dancing, your shoes reflecting off the rim of the barrel as you tapped away.

“Street dancers huh?” Stiletto said noticing Aksel’s stare. “they’re good.” Fender nodded with approval. The colonels eyes captivated on your foot work, the group of soldiers watching as you drifted into your own little world.

“Come on, let’s go save these hostages.” König said turning away from you before sneaking towards the building with his team mates.