Exhaling gently, Shark thought to himself for a split second before he did anything else. It wasn't an act of hesitation by any means. In fact, he highly doubted that anyone else would have even realized that he did it.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, he had paused to collect himself for the time being.<br/><br/>Going on a mission that involved this type of group combat wasn't something that he was going to be used to by any means.<br/><br/>Regardless of his thoughts, though, he thought that he was going to enjoy this, especially considering that it had already been figured out as to how he was going to work together with Wasp.<br/><br/>Looking back with a nod, he felt it was now the time to act. Having a singular target was certainly going to help him for sure.<br/><br/>Reaching about for a moment to get his bearings fully, he was soon enough sneaking through those doors quite silently. It was something that even his own mother, who of course had the same love for assassinating targets that he did, had taught him from a young age.<br/><br/>As a result, he had the same ability to sneak past that single opening without any noise that a shark moving through water would have when sneaking up on their prey.<br/><br/>One of the problems with doors was the fact that they could be noisy. Pocket doors and regular swinging doors were both a problem when one wanted to be where they weren't supposed to be.<br/><br/>That was perhaps why he had devoted so much time to this one field of what might be called study for someone in his line if work.<br/><br/>That was, of course, if one wished to refer to what it was that he did as a profession.<br/><br/>Moments after he passed through the threshold, though, he felt his heart rate suddenly quicken. Many of his internal organs were electronically controlled, and he could certainly feel it the moment that he was suddenly given the privilege of having each cell ready to go about inhaling more blood and oxygen. It felt positively exhilarating, and it gave him the wherewithal to leap across the remaining floor space with maneuvers that were surely superhuman.<br/><br/>As a result, it hadn't taken very long for him to have his hands on the individual inside, apparently holding back the delicate flesh of the neck so that Wasp, presuming she had followed along, might be able to stab at it.<br/><br/>If this was what teamwork was like, then he had certainly wanted to be on a team much more frequently than he had in the past.<br/><br/>Keeping things going with people as skilled as this could have given him the reasons that he had needed to be competitive all over again, but there were apparently more important things for him to focus on at the moment.<br/><br/>Should the target have offered any resistance at all, he would have easily been able to subdue him further, but to be perfectly honest Shark hadn't really wanted to do that. It would have ruined his fun entirely, and it wouldn't have given Wasp the position that she had needed.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, in the case such resistance had been offered then he most assuredly wouldn't have had to kill the other individual anyway. It may have been enough just to temporarily incapacitate him.<br/><br/>Without any real hesitation, Shark once more reflected on what it was that was going on. It would have done his mother so proud for her to see him like this.