He had been tracking the target for weeks now, staying under cover of the shadows and lurking on the sidelines to gather intel. Of course his mission was to take the target out, but first they needed to see how deep the target's pockets were lined and who would be collateral when he did.
He had received word that the target was on the move, looking to make a deal with a person yet unknown. It was his job to find out everything he could about the deal without being noticed by either party.
That's why he was currently strolling down the streets of New York City, maintaining a casual appearance as he circled towards the club where the deal was taking place. He had chosen to dress like a businessman in order to best blend in with the midday crowd on their lunch break, so he had donned a grey suit and tie. Not his usual appearance, but he was employed for his ability to adapt to whatever the situation required.
And right then it required him to sneak, unnoticed, into a restricted club. Unfortunately, unnoticed was not in the cards for the day.
"Neal?" he heard a voice behind him say. He ignored it as part of the din of New York on a daily basis, but then a hand latched onto his arm and spun him around. "Neal, what the hell are you doing out here? You should be in there with Tanner."
Bryce reached reflexively for his gun, tucked in the waistband of his suit. In one fluid motion, he had his gun out and had pulled the man into an alley off of the busy street.
"Neal-" the man's voice died in his throat at the sight of the gun.
Bryce saw the man reach his right hand across his body and he acted as his training had taught him. A second later Bryce had one gun in each hand; his own in his right, and the man's in his left, which he recognized as a law enforcer's sidearm. He tucked that one in his waistband and kept the other one trained on the man. He reached into the shocked man's jacket pocket and pulled out an ID with the FBI.
"Special Agent Peter Burke," he read from the ID. He handed it back to the man and lowered his gun, but didn't put it away.
"Neal, what the hell has gotten into you?"
Bryce finally put together Agent Burke's comments with the shocked look on his face. He glanced at the watch on his wrist and the earpiece tucked into his ear. Smiling slightly, he grabbed Burke's watch, effectively stopping his protests by raising the gun slightly. He pushed a button in the side and held it up to his mouth. "Neal," he said, speaking into the watch. "Tanner is much more dangerous than you know. You have to back out of the deal. Meet me in five minutes-" he looked around for a moment "-on the roof of the Branshire building."
"Who are you?" Burke asked.
Bryce grinned cheekily and pulled him along behind him as he made his way towards the neighboring Branshire building. When he was sure Burke was following, he pulled out Burke's gun and took out the bullets, before handing it back to him. "Don't think this means I trust you," he said.
He entered the building first, flashing a smile at the young female secretary at the front. She blushed, and he walked right past her to the door marked "Employees only" in the back. He pulled a small lock-breaking device out of his pocket and attached it to the lock outside the door. The small red numbers ticked across the screen until the found the right combination, and the lock clicked open. Bryce detached the device and went inside, pulling the slack-jawed agent behind him. He found the service elevator, went inside, and pushed the button for the top floor.
Then he let the stream of questions that were firing out of Burke's mouth wash over him as he waited for the elevator to reach the top.