Hand loosely wrapped around the metal handle, Felix pushed open the door, revealing the spacious office hidden behind it.

"Good afternoon," he greeted, his voice low and formal. Today he wore a more professional outfit to greet the underboss: black slacks and a white dress shirt, unbottoned enough to stimulate some level of causality. Soft footsteps thudded against the submarine's floor, echoing off each inch he bridged between them, until there was nothing more that couple left.

He took a second to situate himself on one of the spare chairs set in front of Gavin's desk. Then, with a hard sniff, he began his introduction. "I won't take too much of your time with this." Leaning back, he kept his eye contact steady and strong as he spoke, leaving no room for hesitation. "As you know, ANVIL is currently cooperating with Remiel Calcifet in training the upcoming SPECTRA recruits. Belial Stone has tasked me with assisting in this endeavor, however, I lack experience against these 'avatars'."

Who would? Face one and you're dead, he thought behind a mental grimace. For a moment, Felix's mind drifted back to when he spoke to that Priest.

"I don't really care for religion," He had told him.

"And why's that..." The priest replied, questioning his apathy.

This, along with an array of other reasons, was why. What a pain in the ass these 'gods' had created for them to deal with.

"I heard you're one of them. If it's not much to ask, I'd like to ask some questions and...to maybe meet it."

Cillian Quinn

He nodded at the admin's response. It was hard to imagine how one would go about persuading a legendary being, but alas, he guessed that was just one of the job requirements.



Pausing, the man took a second to mull over which question to open with, before slowly drawing a half-decent conclusion. "Your powers. How long did it take to master them?"

Cillian Quinn

Felix's posture stiffened at the man's response.

Despite his casual nature when responding, the underboss gave exactly everything he needed and more.

"Yes, that's perfect." He nodded, taking mental note of everything that was mentioned. If it took even Cillian Quinn sometime to master his more unique abilities, then that solidifies the assumption that the newer avatars should be susceptible to their attacks.

Moving on.

"Feel free to relate this next question to another avatar, if you wish. ...Is there any noticeable weaknesses you've encountered with your, or another's, abilities?" He leaned forward into the chair, his arms now resting on his knees. "Timelimits? Feedback? Strain?"

Cillian Quinn

Gavin's answer was to be expected.

Felix understood his hesitation-- there was no telling who he could leak this information to, or if there were any ulterior motives that spanned further than simply SPECTRA.

"None taken," He nodded. "I completely understand-- I was moreso curious if you held any information on avatars outside the organization. Namely, Katherine Fairburne ."

Cillian Quinn

The results from his little attempt at prodding was immediate.

The air between them grew ice cold and heavy. As if the weight of the world's core had begun to press down at Felix's chest, suffocating him completely. He tried to combat this wave of intensity, of course, but the natural aura of an enraged beast is something even the of strongest men can barely stand against.

"Anything will do." He assured the admin. His presence wasn't as nearly as intense, as deadly, as Gavin's, but it was, at the very least, bleeding with determination and guts. If Katherine Fairburne was where their interests line up, then Katherine was the person he'll aim his sights on. At least, in the eyes of Rocket.

In reality, well, she was only one of the many sights he had begun setting up since joining Remiel Calcifet 's SPECTRA. "What is already known?"

Cillian Quinn

And like that, the documents were sent directly to him.

Katherine Fairburne . She was far from his where his interests lay, but when it came to SPECTRA and receiving the help of Rocket, she seemed the most feasible option (despite her concerning power level). But, if he were to proceed, it couldn't be alone.

"Mhm," He nodded. "Unless Remiel Calcifet assigns me elsewhere, she's my current target."

Felix leaned back into his seat, eyes still wounded tightly to the admin's fiery gaze. He wondered if every instance of betrayal received the same level of intensity and if this was what Martín del Mar was referring to way back when-- the fact that betraying rocket didn't just entail the wrath of the organization, but the wrath of its head.

Cillian Quinn