King's row was silent, it was the calm before the storm for the two Talon members. He seemed almost impatient, his long metal talons gripping firmly against his hellfire shotguns, his neck cracking as he rolled his head with a low grunt slipping past his lips.

His dark eyes slowly drifted over to his partner before landing down to the people below them, kneeling down as he sighed deeply, his eyes once more glancing around the roof top. "Why do we have to take out Lena. She's Your target."