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"Kane, right?" Hmm? His thoughts had been elsewhere. He looked over at the woman calling him by name. That's fine. They'd know it eventually, he supposed. It was still annoying. It felt like someone had something very personal to him before he could give it. He neither blamed her nor was he angry; she just overheard it. "You don't look like a stranger to bloodshed. Care to join me?"
He remained silent and allowed her to take that as she will - likely agreement. Kane was not upset that Zehara chose him as a partner. After all, there had been no one else. She didn’t seem like the type that would get in his way, and he wouldn’t get in hers. They’d get along just fine. So long as Myla wasn’t with another m-- no, he didn’t care. He shouldn’t care who she partnered up with. His eyes rolled and he scoffed at himself at the thought. He didn’t care. His newest companion would have likely heard the noise that followed shortly after sneaking a subtle side glance toward the blind woman.
He didn’t care until Myla's fingers grabbed hold of his. Though the gesture was fleeting, the squeeze of them reminded him that he did care, even if he was trying really hard to deny it. At her smile, he smiled - thankfully with the mask. Then it went away just as quickly as she did, and he wanted to smack himself. Why was he acting so stupid?
Since Zehara was more vocal than he, she took care of informing Aria and Will of their intentions in this clear suicide mission. After that, the pair was off. He could keep up with her, no problem. His feet were swift and the snow provided an extra layer of silence. It almost seemed effortless on his part; as though his boots barely touched the glistening white surface before they rose again.
"You are a killer right? I mean, you don't look like the type of person who spares another," she asked out of nowhere. When she was just met by more silence, she continued on. "No judgement." No response. It wasn't any of her business, and to be perfectly honest - that question bothered him for some reason. While he didn't show this outwardly, he felt haunted by it. A killer. He was a killer. Who woke up one day and decided that's what they were going to be? His thoughts, as they moved through the base with silence and swiftness, started to invade his mind with such loud intrusion that he almost missed her instruction.
"You look like you know how to stay hidden. I'll go high and you go low?" That sounded fine to him, and he didn't give her any word - he just pivoted sharply and made his way in another direction away from her.
As Zehara made quick work of her prey, so did the assassin. Unlike certain entities, he didn't get a lot of pleasure from death. It was just a job to him - a regular 9-5 without it being an actual 9-5. Like filing away paperwork and moving onto the next thing. That's what he's become. That was life to him - as easy as a mundane desk job. His silhouette was just a shaded contour that suddenly gulped up the moonlight and the sweeping floodlights, swallowing the guards in darkness before a single swipe of his blade would end their lives quickly.
"Hostages are in the South East quadrant," Zehara's voice chimed through his earpiece. Shortly after, there was a whistle and he caught a badge. When she jumped down to his level, she looked... happy. How nice it must be to take pleasure in something. He was pretty sure that she felt more content with his damage than he himself did. The woman was riddled in gore and he only splattered with some blood. They just had a difference in their ways of killing. She was more chaotic and he more precise. They similarly took lives without hesitation. "Ready to go inside?"
He wasn't going to pretend that he knew what they were supposed to do from here. It was cold. The snow was blinding. He knew that they should start making their way toward the east side as they were swifter and quieter than others. "Let's go." That said, he did the only thing that made sense to him - started for one of the entrances into the east side. When they located a door, after displacing a few guards in Zehara and Kane fashion, he used the badge to gain entrance.
As soon as the door opened as a response to scanning the badge, he allowed Zehara to take down the sentry on the other side. After all, he was too close to use his sword and he did have a badge in one hand.
Zehara followed the lead that Kane had started. She was easygoing and would follow whatever made sense. He took out one guard. Obviously, if there was a second, she made quick work of him. She quickly learned that he wasn't much of a talker and she was fine with that. They didn't need to make small talk or become best friends. They worked together like a well-oiled machine and that's what mattered. She got the sense, a little inkling, that her comment might have rubbed him the wrong way, not that she meant to come off as offensive. He just seemed like the type who was capable of doing whatever it took to get the job done, while some of the others looked to be the type to break their backs rather than shed some blood.
She couldn't help but wonder how crazed and blood-thirsty she looked. It wasn't that she thrived off of murder, but unfortunately, the Cheetah inside her did. It could be a Jekyll and Hyde type of thing from time to time. Zehara didn't necessarily enjoy killing, but she was good at it. Perhaps she was smiling because she was thankful the person she partnered with didn't ask questions, didn't judge her, and could keep up. Either way, it didn't matter. There were more pressing matters at hand and time was quickly ticking by.
"Maybe there is a map somewhere?" Zehara didn't fancy running about the place to find one, but perhaps as they tried to navigate their way through the various corridors they would find one. She took one of the guns from the guards they downed. She wasn't much of a gun person, but she had no weapons besides herself and that base was riddled with cameras. It took some searching until she was lucky enough to find a pistol with a silencer, and a couple of extra clips. Hopefully, she was a decent enough shot. It took a couple of tries to get her bearings but on the third shot, she managed to knock out the first camera she came across.
Every time they turned a corner they were faced with more hallways. The place felt like a maze and it wasn't long before Zehara had lost her bearings. Her animal senses could help her if she was tracking someone... But how would she know if the scent she chose was a guard or a prisoner? She had no way of knowing which way to go. It wasn't like the woman kept a compass on her and once she was inside a building without windows, enough turns could disorient anyone. She wiped some of the blood from her face and hair that had been dripping into her eyes. "Do you have any knowledge of military bases?" Zehara sure as hell didn't.
His eyes rolled, but it was not directed at her. He placed a hand on his hips. A map would have been great from the very start, but it wouldn’t do them well now at all. It had been a big mistake to rush into the military base without a map or blueprints. "It’s too late for a map. The base is not likely to have one just hanging around."
An alarm started to blare throughout the compound, "We’re in a death trap," he remarked, and with the pair of them being in a hallway, they were in a very bad spot to be found by a bunch of armed soldiers. The worst spot, in fact.
He remained silent and allowed her to take that as she will - likely agreement. Kane was not upset that Zehara chose him as a partner. After all, there had been no one else. She didn’t seem like the type that would get in his way, and he wouldn’t get in hers. They’d get along just fine. So long as Myla wasn’t with another m-- no, he didn’t care. He shouldn’t care who she partnered up with. His eyes rolled and he scoffed at himself at the thought. He didn’t care. His newest companion would have likely heard the noise that followed shortly after sneaking a subtle side glance toward the blind woman.
He didn’t care until Myla's fingers grabbed hold of his. Though the gesture was fleeting, the squeeze of them reminded him that he did care, even if he was trying really hard to deny it. At her smile, he smiled - thankfully with the mask. Then it went away just as quickly as she did, and he wanted to smack himself. Why was he acting so stupid?
Since Zehara was more vocal than he, she took care of informing Aria and Will of their intentions in this clear suicide mission. After that, the pair was off. He could keep up with her, no problem. His feet were swift and the snow provided an extra layer of silence. It almost seemed effortless on his part; as though his boots barely touched the glistening white surface before they rose again.
"You are a killer right? I mean, you don't look like the type of person who spares another," she asked out of nowhere. When she was just met by more silence, she continued on. "No judgement." No response. It wasn't any of her business, and to be perfectly honest - that question bothered him for some reason. While he didn't show this outwardly, he felt haunted by it. A killer. He was a killer. Who woke up one day and decided that's what they were going to be? His thoughts, as they moved through the base with silence and swiftness, started to invade his mind with such loud intrusion that he almost missed her instruction.
"You look like you know how to stay hidden. I'll go high and you go low?" That sounded fine to him, and he didn't give her any word - he just pivoted sharply and made his way in another direction away from her.
As Zehara made quick work of her prey, so did the assassin. Unlike certain entities, he didn't get a lot of pleasure from death. It was just a job to him - a regular 9-5 without it being an actual 9-5. Like filing away paperwork and moving onto the next thing. That's what he's become. That was life to him - as easy as a mundane desk job. His silhouette was just a shaded contour that suddenly gulped up the moonlight and the sweeping floodlights, swallowing the guards in darkness before a single swipe of his blade would end their lives quickly.
"Hostages are in the South East quadrant," Zehara's voice chimed through his earpiece. Shortly after, there was a whistle and he caught a badge. When she jumped down to his level, she looked... happy. How nice it must be to take pleasure in something. He was pretty sure that she felt more content with his damage than he himself did. The woman was riddled in gore and he only splattered with some blood. They just had a difference in their ways of killing. She was more chaotic and he more precise. They similarly took lives without hesitation. "Ready to go inside?"
He wasn't going to pretend that he knew what they were supposed to do from here. It was cold. The snow was blinding. He knew that they should start making their way toward the east side as they were swifter and quieter than others. "Let's go." That said, he did the only thing that made sense to him - started for one of the entrances into the east side. When they located a door, after displacing a few guards in Zehara and Kane fashion, he used the badge to gain entrance.
As soon as the door opened as a response to scanning the badge, he allowed Zehara to take down the sentry on the other side. After all, he was too close to use his sword and he did have a badge in one hand.
Zehara followed the lead that Kane had started. She was easygoing and would follow whatever made sense. He took out one guard. Obviously, if there was a second, she made quick work of him. She quickly learned that he wasn't much of a talker and she was fine with that. They didn't need to make small talk or become best friends. They worked together like a well-oiled machine and that's what mattered. She got the sense, a little inkling, that her comment might have rubbed him the wrong way, not that she meant to come off as offensive. He just seemed like the type who was capable of doing whatever it took to get the job done, while some of the others looked to be the type to break their backs rather than shed some blood.
She couldn't help but wonder how crazed and blood-thirsty she looked. It wasn't that she thrived off of murder, but unfortunately, the Cheetah inside her did. It could be a Jekyll and Hyde type of thing from time to time. Zehara didn't necessarily enjoy killing, but she was good at it. Perhaps she was smiling because she was thankful the person she partnered with didn't ask questions, didn't judge her, and could keep up. Either way, it didn't matter. There were more pressing matters at hand and time was quickly ticking by.
"Maybe there is a map somewhere?" Zehara didn't fancy running about the place to find one, but perhaps as they tried to navigate their way through the various corridors they would find one. She took one of the guns from the guards they downed. She wasn't much of a gun person, but she had no weapons besides herself and that base was riddled with cameras. It took some searching until she was lucky enough to find a pistol with a silencer, and a couple of extra clips. Hopefully, she was a decent enough shot. It took a couple of tries to get her bearings but on the third shot, she managed to knock out the first camera she came across.
Every time they turned a corner they were faced with more hallways. The place felt like a maze and it wasn't long before Zehara had lost her bearings. Her animal senses could help her if she was tracking someone... But how would she know if the scent she chose was a guard or a prisoner? She had no way of knowing which way to go. It wasn't like the woman kept a compass on her and once she was inside a building without windows, enough turns could disorient anyone. She wiped some of the blood from her face and hair that had been dripping into her eyes. "Do you have any knowledge of military bases?" Zehara sure as hell didn't.
His eyes rolled, but it was not directed at her. He placed a hand on his hips. A map would have been great from the very start, but it wouldn’t do them well now at all. It had been a big mistake to rush into the military base without a map or blueprints. "It’s too late for a map. The base is not likely to have one just hanging around."
An alarm started to blare throughout the compound, "We’re in a death trap," he remarked, and with the pair of them being in a hallway, they were in a very bad spot to be found by a bunch of armed soldiers. The worst spot, in fact.