The masked agent ripped his claws from the throat of a soldier, his pearled white suit had been covered in blood  at the upper body as if a red mist came against him, blackened blood and lighter shades dotting his torso, his hands drenched and dripping the liquid. Panning behind him, his Phage-Hound viciously snarled as it tore into the mutilated body of a soldier, its hide was layered  in a fresh coat of crimson red, its muzzle caked with bits of flesh and dried blood. Shredded and dismembered bodies formed a trail of destruction forged by this mysterious agent and his pet. The asphalt around the male was littered with bodies and painted in blood. [i]"Good work, agent...conducting wire transfer, now.."[/i] The monotone female voice spoke, sounding to be a woman to be in her early or mid 30s judging by the voice. This stranger seemed to have a great connection on her side, who she was or what her  motives were had yet to be seen or heard. But so long as she payed him as she did, he'd follow promptly. 

The audible tearing of flesh was all but subtle in the section they had been in, that was when he noticed, things were finally quiet, thankfully the fighting had ceased, which meant he could go and reconstitute. [i]"Agent, there is a small congregation of unknown persons in the area. Deal with it.."[/i] The stranger spoke, her voice was authoritative, like she owned him and all he could do was simply obey her, a silent nod was the only action of acknowledgement from him as he strode off, using the still standing buildings to get to his targets faster. His trusted hound followed street level, his eyes locked onto four humanoid shapes. [i]You have your orders, agent...terminate.[/i] The stranger ordered the agent, who obeyed without question, silently dropping to the asphalt with a silent thud. He and his hound began to approach the group.