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[indent]A steel blade, medium-length and razor-sharp, was connected to a black, cold metallic hilt, was gripped in the gloved black fist of one dark, shadowy figure, who seemed to suck in any of the dusty light that the basement's single lightbulb gave away. The blade seemed more like a machete, if anything - just a bit slimmer and light-weight, but around the same length and design. The blade's tip was currently resting on the soft, grime-marked skin of one clean-shaven man, who seemed to be dressed in SCAR's default battle outfit, sans any head-protecting armor. He was also unconscious, chained down by heavy-duty links that connected to the ceiling. The tip of the blade pressed slightly deeper, drawing blood, and quickly waking the man up. "What- Where-...Where am I?! Who-" As his foggy eyes clouded up, the man noticed something that he hadn't noticed before - the slight glint of a skull-white mask...he promptly felt his heart freeze, his mouth yammering the same two vowels, over and over. His blood was boiling and freezing at the exact same time. The man that had captured him...he was...he was...

"Cri-Cri-Cri-"

A deep, disembodied voice - perhaps the work of a voice modulator? - sounded out one word...or number, rather. [b]"One..."[/b]

The prisoner's eyes widened even more, if possible, and he began to spasm, having an anxiety attack at the sudden shock of the assassin's intimidatingly cold and emotionless voice. "W-What do you want? Why are you counting?"
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"Two..."[/b]

"Please! Please, oh God. I don't know anything! I'm just a soldier!"
[b]
"Three...."[/b]

"Please-!"
[b]
"Four..."[/b]

"C-Crisis, please, I beg-"

[b]"Five."[/b]

The fleshy sound of a head impacting with the floor was the only other sound that was heard within the room, and then, a nearly silent sigh, and the almost silent sound of the blade being sheathed on Crisis' back, criss-crossed with the other blade of the exact same design. The assassin stepped out of the light, revealing his form to the now decapitated body. Tall, clearly lean and muscular despite the intimidating, light-weight armor he wore. A bone-white skull mask sent chills throughout the body of any who saw or heard of it, and with multiple frightening, lethal weapons both hidden and showcased on his body, it's clear that the rumors about him was not all talk and unproven. Crisis twisted on his heel walking towards the rusted ladders that would get him out of the torture basement and into his own cell - if it could even be called that. He climbed the rungs, leaping out of the hole and easily covering it back up with the metal grate that kept it locked away from any onlookers. The body would be gone by the night. It always was.

His 'cell' was a relatively...spartan and grim place. With dark, concrete walls, a simple cot, and a mahogany-wood work table with a bunch of different instruments and devices on the surface, it honestly held all that he needed. Of course, with only a flip of a hidden button, his armory would be shown behind one of the concrete walls, holding multiple racks of different weaponry, from fire-arms, to blades, to shurikens, to knives, and even things that he was still working on. That was a tale for another day, however.

At the sound of the Warden's voice within his mask, Crisis stopped the cleaning and sharpening of his blades, strapping them to his back and heading towards the psycho female's cell. He still did not understand why they kept her on their little...'team', but he did not question the Warden's methods. The female was clearly unhinged, and she wasn't especially spectacular in combat - at least, from what he has seen of her. Her uses were still unknown to the masked assassin.

He slipped in without her noticing - his stealth abilities trumped even superhuman senses. Speaking from the shadows, his voice modulator causing each word to be frightening in their own right, Crisis addressed the girl. [b]"You're needed in the Warden's office. Do not hesitate. I will escort you there."[/b] But he did not show himself. She would need to be escorted - he did not want the workers to be distracted by the female lollygagging around.[/indent]