Night settled over the city like a thick, black curtain, wrapping everything in shadow. Perfect hunting weather. Sabretooth could feel the tension in the air, and it set his instincts on fire. Every muscle coiled, ready for action. This should be a solo job. Instead, he’s stuck with his so-called ‘partner’ tonight.

It was no secret that he hated working with others. He never believed any of them had the power or speed to stand with him. Much less the stomach. He slunk through the alleyway, every step silent. His claws twitched at his sides, hungry for blood.

"So, what's the game plan, hotshot?" He snarled, not actually caring what they had to say.

The contract's clear. Break into the facility, neutralize the guards, grab the intel. Easy. A slaughter. His kind of night. They start talking, some plan about avoiding the guards or other nonsense. Sabretooth just grunts. He didn’t do stealth unless it's his choice.

"You focus on the 'quiet' stuff. I’ll handle the fun part. Anythin’ gets in our way, it’s mine. Understood?"

Both move. He can hear the deadweight’s heartbeat as they follow, too cautious for his liking. In the distance, the faint sound of footsteps. Guards doing their rounds. Fresh meat. And Sabretooth grins.

"I’ll take point. When I give the signal, you back me up. If ya get in my way…” He snorts softly. “Well, let’s just say that contract doesn’t specify I gotta bring ya back in one piece."

They creep up on the fence surrounding the building. While the deadweight works their tech gadget, Sabretooth’s eyes are set on the targets inside. He can smell the fear in the air. He knows exactly where to strike.

The lock clicks, and the gate slides open. As soon as the first guard rounds the corner, claws are out, razors slicing through flesh. The gurgle of blood fills the air before the body hits the ground. He looks back at his partner, eyes glowing in the dark.

"That’s the signal. Try to keep up."