Devastating Affiliations

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The sun was high in the sky before Felix even considered waking up, and when he saw the unhappy face of his boss above him he knew he fucked up. "Shit, what time is it?" Felix mumbled, slowly sitting up and running a hand through his jet black hair before stretching.

"It's almost noon, now get up, we have preparations to make before you meet your client." At that, his boss turned and left the room. Felix blinked, and then looked over at one of the other mercs in the bunk next to him who was awake. "How long had he been standing there...?"

"Not long, he walked in as soon as you had started making noise."

"Oh, how lovely..."

It only took a minute for Felix to fully get up, stretching again and looking around. Most mercenaries had already left for their jobs, but a few were still waiting, like Felix, for their job to begin. It was odd how employers never assigned to be met in the mid-day period.

Felix, within minutes, was at his boss's office; standing tall and waiting for his boss to begin the debriefing of the "As you know this is an extremely well paying client, and we require you meet said person in your best attire. Seeing as you... have a lack of clothing in the standards we require for this kind of meeting, we've picked out a few suits."

His boss snapped his fingers and a few men brought in various suits, in different variety of colors and different styles, but one problem Felix was immediate to notice. There was nothing orange.

"I want my armors colors as a suit, dull grey as a standard and a orange undershirt to stand out. And the orange better make a statement or I won't even consider." Felix waved his hand at his boss as if refusing to accept any other conditions and, at first, the only response he got was an eye-twitch. Felix kept a steady gaze with his boss for a while, before the other male gave a frustrated sigh and looked at the men who had brought the suits in.

"You heard him, do as he says."

The words sounded agitated coming out of his boss's mouth, and Felix couldn't help but smile. He knew he'd get his way in this situation no matter what, seeing as Felix was the only one to take up this mission without having to go through tons of last minute training they couldn't cram in this late into the prep.

Felix leaned back, the winning grin still plastered across his face as he rested the palms of his hands to the back of his head. His boss only gave the mercenary a blank look before looking to the door to watch the men re-enter with a suit that caught Felix's attention instantly. The suit that hung from the rack was as he requested and some. The vest was a steel color, shining in occasional reflection off of the silk-like material. The undershirt was a bright international orange, with a brick orange tie to match and possibly even out the absurd color variety between the vest and the undershirt. The suit appeared to be made just for him, and before his boss could ask if it was not to his liking, Felix gave a nod of approval.

"Well, now that we have your fashion crisis settled..." His boss mumbled, slowly standing and speaking up to address Felix, "I believe you should finish the rest of your prep. After you shower, the stylists will see to assisting you prepare yourself, is that understood?"

Felix couldn't help but snort at the question, knowing no matter what he would have to accept the assistance of the stylists, even if they didn't understand his fashion sense.

"Crystal."

"Alright, then I shall hope to only see you once the prep is finished." And with that, his boss turned and walked out to address other unknown matters. Felix rolled his eyes before getting up, the stylists seeming prepared to follow him. "I believe it would be better for your health to wait out here." He said to the stylists, who gave him a confused look. It only took one flash of his knife's blade for them to get the point and take a step back, allowing him to freely go to his shower without having some stupid rich people's servants hovering just outside the door.