Two assassin's walk quietly on opposite rooftops. They don't notice each other yet. The taller one, the one with no mask and short hair drops down first. The shorter one, wearing a mask of black and gold, jumps down second.
The first one doesn't notice her yet.
He doesn't notice till there's a knife at his throat and a hiss in his ear. The voice is vaguely familiar, but he can't place it.
❝ who the hell are you ? ❞ Is the slightly hoarse whisper in his ear.
❝ I could ask you the same thing ❞ he replies, pushing the smaller figure down. He pulls his hood down, not wanting for her to see his face.
❝ this was supposed to be my job ! ❞
She whisper yells. Out of nowhere, a spinning roundhouse kick knocks the breath out of his chest. It was a girl, he had decided. She was in a perfect fighting position, made by years of practice. Something tickled his memory there, too.
❝ what is your problem ? ❞ he practically yelled out. He went to punch her, but was easily blocked. Falling over, the taller one kicked the girl's legs out from under her.
The gold and black mask fell off. His hood fell down.
❝ katie ? !❞
❝ felix? ! ❞
