It's been years, Gabriel mused, as he kicked the black-clad assassin's legs out from under him and wrestled him into a headlock, since his closest acquaintance ( he could almost call her a friend, hell, she's as good as one for sure ) was assassinated, and he'd joined the corporation to hunt the bastards down, on her last request.
He'd been good, he supposed, fighting his way to the position of a minor captain, with a few minions to order about and one of them to fill as his "secretary", of sorts.
Over the last few years the corp had been sending agents, spies if you will, to infiltrate the lair. Some made it out to report, most lost their lives trying. They lost most members of the team this way, but they all took it well. A little too well, in fact. Death was no stranger to them, and war has a tendency to turn people's hearts to stone.
And this is where it all lead to, the ultimate battle where the two opposing sides clash head on, each trying to eliminate the other once and for all. It'd be sort of poetic, if every muscle in his body wasn't screaming in protest, and he wasn't sweating his arse off.
But it'd all be worth it, he thought grimly, when they win.
If they win.