Felix didn't turn around when the doors of the pub slammed open. Nor did he budge an inch when the obnoxious new face perched himself beside him.

Bringing the poured beer to his lips, the silent man took a long sip before flickering his eyes towards him. "Guess so."

The rumbles of chatter -- which had died down to the other's entrance -- began to rise once again. This time, its culprit was a boisterous man near the back of the pub. With a tall glass of golden liquid in his hand, the drunk men chortled out loud enough to suffocate everyone around him.

"Our friend is here."

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He nodded to his partner's words.

"Felix."

His lips then twitched into a frown at his next order. If they were just patient, the problem would fix on its own... Sighing, the man stole another sip from his beer before rising from his seat.

"Alright."

By now the group in the back had lightly dissipated, shrinking down to a trio. Large smile, glass in hand, the target was the man in the middle. As Felix approached them, he was greeted with sour expressions and a loud, "who the hell are you?"

Felix, who wore a dead expression, silently maneuvered his way in between their chairs, positioning himself beside their main target. Despite their howls of protest and threats, he leaned close to his ear and whispered.

"$500,000. Bathroom."

Widen eyes soon consumed his expression. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't that. Soon, with a lumpy man in tow, Felix passed his partner and went towards the restroom.

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Like a shadow, Felix trailed close behind Bryan, taking his place beside the door once the area was secured. Neither the abrupt sucker punch or the gasping man evoke more than a sniff from him, as nothing gave him much of a surprise. Due to his background, bloody work like this was the standard, with the only variance being the people he was partnered with. Some, like Bryan, were more on the ruthless side, while some aimed to reduce the bloodshed.

"You wanna get a lick in?"

The question caught him off guard, but that failed to show on his face. What did show, however, was the small shrug of his shoulders and the nonchalant response. "I'm good." Unless necessary, he preferred not to waste his stamina on something so worthless as this. Besides, it seemed that these two had some history together.

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In contrast to Bryan's violent methods, the bodyguard was silent and still beside him; expression free of any reaction. His type was common in ANVIL. Bold and Brash to a questionable point. Though, it made some sense in this case. Traitors had to be dealt with in an appropriate manner, else their behavior will spread.

"The amount he sold his information for." He explained, eyes still pinned to the whimpering man, "The money just entered his bank account today, so I figured he would remember."

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Bryan's sharp commands were frustrating, but not unexpected. Assisting a new organization meant climbing a new ladder - especially since most weren't aware (or cared) about their established deal with ANVIL. With the flick of his hand, a poke ball accompanied by a flash of red flew out from his pocket, releasing his Gallade.

The pokemon immediately looked down at the ghost-of-a-man on the ground, then back up at Felix. It was clear he understood the situation. "Alright. I'll be leaving then." He shrugged, "Gallade, get ready to teleport us out."

The grunt took two steps towards the man and his pokemon before pausing. Turning his head to the side, eyebrow raised, he beckoned a question that struck his mind. "...I'd like to learn that trick next time. If possible."

With that, they evaporated into thin air. 

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