Then - A week ago
Felix placed his hands on the desk as he stared at the man. He stood up, focusing on his potential ally. "So...are you in?" He ran his hands through his platinum blond hair. "I warn you, there is a very real possibility of one or both of us dying." He reached into his jacket, and pulled out a small folded piece of paper, and held it out. "This is a list of the people we must kill to permanently end the Consortium, and to end the most immediate threat to our intentions." He stood and walked around the desk, to the door behind his guest. "Walk with me."
After a moment, the two were walking about the large warehouse. Part of it was full to the brim with weapons, explosives, and spec ops gear. A short distance away, a firing range, targets and blast shields stood as a test area. "This will serve as our staging area for our attack. I have spent enough money to buy a small Eastern European country. I expect you to treat the equipment with the respect it deserves. We will attack in a week. As honour dictates, I sent an envoy today, to inform the leader of the opposing faction that my attack is intended." He pointed towards a wall decorated with pictures and a large satellite image. "This is our target. Those targets I have circled in different colours follow the routes detailed in those specific colours." He turned to his ally. "Now let's get ready."
Felix leaped over the wall. It took a leap of just over ten feet straight up. He managed it easy, and landed softly, even counting on the 45 kilos of steel on his back. He pulled his list out and read it. It had half of the targets on it. The first two on the list he skimmed straight over, knowing they wouldn't be out here. He smirked as he read the third name. "Executioner." He growled. Almost randomly, he ducked. A large ring spun through the air where his head had been a moment before, and buried itself in a wooden pole. He turned, drawing his own weapon.
"You called?" A voice sneered. The owner of the voice had spiky black hair, and whilst he held one ring in his left hand, his right was empty. Now, he leaped through the air, stabbing at Felix. There was a ring of steel on steel as Felix parried.
The Executioner pulled his other weapon free of the post, and then the two began circling, moving through offensive and defensive stances, each striving to find a hole in the other's technique. Executioner clearly found one first, or thought he did, as he lunged.
There was a flash of steel, and Executioner's head flew through the air. His body hit the floor. The rings clanged as they landed. Felix stopped and picked them up, fixing them to his belt. A moment later, he stood, pulled his sword free of the stone path, and smiled. "Always too eager to attack, Executioner. That was your downfall." He triggered his earpiece.
"My friend, we are one enemy down. He can't tell a feint from a flaw in technique." He pulled his coat around him. "I shall see you soon. Patrol the perimeter, find any enemies, and dispose of them. Then move inside. I'll meet you in the control room." He looked around, and spotted a few cameras. "Also, try blinding their eyes. That should provide some aid for us." As he spoke, he grabbed one of his new weapons from his belt, and flung it, shattering the camera. He ripped it free, and put it back on his belt.