Hawks steps into the crowded market, his eyes scanning the area with practiced ease. His mission is clear: stop an underground trafficking ring that’s been using this bustling market as a cover for their illegal dealings. It’s a tricky situation—too much attention, and things could go south fast. But Hawks thrives in these kinds of environments.

He walks casually through the aisles, his eyes darting from stall to stall, blending in with the crowd. The sounds of bartering and the smell of street food fill the air, but Hawks is focused. His sharp instincts and years of experience guide him through the chaos.

A flash of movement catches his attention—a vendor at a stall selling exotic trinkets is acting suspicious. Hawks slows his pace, observing from a distance. The vendor hands a small, inconspicuous package to a nervous-looking man in exchange for a large sum of cash. Hawks narrows his eyes. He doesn’t need to guess what’s in the package.

Moving quickly but quietly, Hawks approaches the stall, positioning himself just behind the vendor. He starts a casual conversation, keeping his tone light and his demeanor friendly. “Nice selection you’ve got here,” he says, as if he’s simply admiring the wares.

The vendor stiffens but forces a smile. “Thank you, sir. I have many rare items.”

Before the vendor can react, Hawks discreetly flicks one of his feathers, sending it to knock the package from the vendor’s hands. As it hits the ground with a soft thud, Hawks watches closely as the vendor freezes, his face betraying his panic.

“Let’s talk about what’s in this package, yeah?” Hawks says calmly, his smile never faltering as he steps forward.