Of course, in his birthday, Hawks was unable to spend it freely. He had been sent on a top priority mission. A young vigilante was taking out agents.

Not much was known about the target. Just that they were young, and an incredibly good fighter.

As Hawks laid in his stomach, looking through the scope of his telescope, his feathers sharp as they hovered in the air, ready to strike…A shiver ran along his spine.

Two seemingly glowing eyes looked up, and locked eyes with him through the glass. He was a good fifty feet away, and several feet in the air…How did they notice him?!