To his enemies and friends alike he was known as Lobo and the reputation that came with the name was one well earned. If there was one man who suited his nickname perfectly it would definitely be Ezequiel Ramirez. The man was a mysterious one to say the least, someone not too many people really knew well. Rumors surrounded his name and even his own comrades wondered about him whenever they were around him, not too many have ever engaged in conversation with him. Some people were simply afraid to, claiming that he would eat them alive or something. Most people gain nicknames because they are notorious or infamous or just want to be recognized but however he sort of stumbled upon that name unintentionally.<br/><br/>Lobo cautiously moved about the late night streets, eyes fixed upon his target, not once losing sight, always keeping his distance. The dagger in his hand was hungry for blood but the killer behind it waited patiently to satisfy that hunger. His stride was graceful, silent, almost like he was moving like the wind and blending with his surroundings. For weeks he has watched this man and many before him speak ill of the Brotherhood, slandering the name in horrible ways, even causing some new members to be skeptical. It was hindering his job significantly and before it got too out of hand he would be sure to silence this man. How was he to draw in members if there was some insolent fool prancing around the city spitting out made up drivel? It always made him sick to his stomach, and made his job of eliminating them even more enjoyable.<br/><br/>Following the man into an alley way, he heard his phone go off. He knew who it was but he chose to ignore it for the time being since he had a task to take care of. It was rare for him to answer the phone anyway, everybody knew that.<br/><br/>Once he caught up to the man, Lobo swiftly broke into a run. Alerted that he was being followed, the man began to run as well, only to find himself cornered in the alley. When the man turned to face his attacker, he stared at him wide-eyed with fear, but this only satisfied him greatly. He snarled wolfishly at the man, his eyes filled with bloodlust. â€œYou have spoken ill of the Brotherhood one too many times,â€ he growled in a low voice. â€œPerhaps God will be much more forgiving than I.â€ In a flash, he drew his dagger and plunged it into the manâ€™s chest. After the deed was done, he uttered a quiet prayer and went off to see what his comrade wanted.<br/><br/>It was rare for old Johann to summon someone; he knew that the man preferred solitude. In fact the two of them were notorious for being loners so it left him wondering if there was something big going down. He silently made his way to where the man would be waiting for him, making sure that he was not late, without a second thought. A smirk found its way to his face as he made his way there, calculating that he would be there in a good ten minutes or so. It has been quite awhile since the two of them have teamed up for a task, he was curious to see how this was going to play out. They were very different people whose methods of doing things almost relied on solitude. At the very least this was going to be interesting.<br/><br/>Upon arrival, Lobo let himself into the building and wasted no time heading to the conference room. He carried himself like a man ready to accept whatever mission was being thrown at him. It was something he has taught himself to do over the years. Not once did he break away from it, even while he waited to be let in. Seeming nonchalant was not proper, not to mention rude. Lobo was not rude by any means in spite of how cold he may seem at times.<br/><br/>â€œYou have called for me and I have answered,â€ he said after he took a seat. No matter what was going on, he always seemed to sit in the same seat. â€œWhat is it you want me to do?â€ Instead of leaning back in his seat, he leaned forward a bit, curiosity in his eyes. One of the rare times he would show that he was curious about something.