The soft hum of the elevator ascending to the fifth floor was the only sound Felix could hear now after leaving the lobby to a heap of broken bodies wriggling painfully on the floor.
He kept his eyes on the digital display of the passing floors, with his hands tucked into his jacket's pockets. The elevator arrived on the fifth floor and slid open with a soft click, to reveal a great number of goons armed with blades and batons, blocking the entire hallway leading up to the boss's office.
Felix was unfazed by this, but was in fact amused at their thought process that made them think they had even the slightest chance to take him down—his Sage identity aside.
