Zekka Rhyne, field agent of SI:7, waits patiently in the darkness. Edwin VanCleef stands in front of him, apparently unaware of his presence. Mr. Smite can be heard rallying the Defias to battle. Zekka takes a hasty breath as he realizes that his moment has come. Silently withdrawing a dagger from an inside pocket, he poises to strike.
A brush of air on the back of his neck is his only warning. His eyes widen as he feels a sharp pain in his stomach. A damp and warm sensation begins to spread across his torso. He reaches a hand down to his stomach and it comes up red. His knees buckle and he collapses to the deck. A woman steps out of the darkness, grinning victoriously.
"Merely an assassin," she explains to VanCleef, eliciting a roguish grin from the Defias leader.
As Zekka clings to life, light explodes in the vicinity, rendering him temporarily blind. VanCleef and his cronies foolishly cover their eyes as Alliance fighters boil into the room. Spells explode all over and blades fly as the Defias around VanCleef are quickly butchered. Zekka's ragged breathing is drowned out by VanCleef's death scream.
"Wait! There's someone still alive!" a fighter cries.
"Dispose of him, then," the leader orders dismissively.
"I think he's SI:7," another says.
"Medic!" the leader shouts.
"I want his armor," Zekka rasps.
Soon he is engulfed by a dazzling holy light, an image he takes into oblivion.