This chapter was inspired by something I recently, Kingsman, The Secret Service

It had all been quiet outside. A bit too quiet. But the guards didn't seem to take any notice of that. There was a small variety of them, with two being small eagles and the other four crows, each having a tool belt with a couple of weapons and other useful gadgets. They were too busy playing around with bets to pass the time. Around them were steel walls.

"Ha! I win!" one of them announced, pumping his wings in the air. The others either silently accused him of cheating or shook their heads in their own wings. "You should know by now that you shall never beat me!" In front of him were small playing cards, like the ones humans use but scaled down. And instead of money, they bet with what they had on them. Such as personal gadgets given to them by their superiors.

One of the guards, however, had his attention diverted elsewhere. To a scraping just outside the door. Then an echoing knock followed. They all shot up from their seats and readied their extendable batons in their talons, one of them setting the electric shock on. It was used to stun their opponents for longer, but if set high enough, could be used to kill. And that used most of it's battery, so he kept it on stun. Another knock came, this time more louder, indicating that whatever, or whoever knocked, was hitting harder. One approached, and as he unlatched the lock, quickly leapt back as it opened, revealing an old falcon, the shadows covering his face. In one wing he held a cane against the ground, the other over the top of the first. Around his waist he wore a small belt, similar to the ones the guards owned. A couple of the guards snickered.

"And what might such an old bird be doing somewhere this high up in the mountains of Alaska? Lost your way?" the lead guard jested, than began chuckling, his plump belly jiggling as he did. The others followed along.

"On the contrary, I am right where I wish to be. Now, if you wish to keep all your bones unbroken and away from being in hospital, I suggest you move aside." The guards stood on the spot, stunned by the intruders threats. And then they burst into laughter. None of them happened to notice a grin appear on the falcon's beak. "I warned you."

"What are you gonna do?! Whack us on the head with that flimsy cane of yours, calling us 'young whippersnappers'!" The other guard's laughter intensified, and soon they were falling all over each other. The falcon waited, leaning forward on his wooden stick, the curved handle in his wing.

"I don't like that. You should be taught some manners." One of the guards eyes twitched, showing a hint of annoyance. The others cracking their talons and necks, readying for a fight.

"Who do you think you are?" His grin grew, and then his head lifted enough for his dark green eyes to be visible.

"My name...is Zeel. And you shall remember that name as the one who beat you." At once, he made his move. It was fast like lightning, and before anyone could make even a peep, he was upon his first victim with a forward and a downwards kick, bringing his good talon upon the eagle's head with a cracking sound following. He then landed on a knee with one wing against the ground and the other holding his cane upright. "Who shall be next?" he asked in a quizzical fashion.

At once, they all charged, filling the room with enraged cries. One swung with his baton in his talon. Zeel bent his back back, and the baton swiped over. From the momentum, his talon kept on going around and smacked into an allies beak. Then he fell on his side, so that was two down. That left three more, one of which was the second eagle. The fourth and fifth charged simultaneously, and Zeel spun out of the fourth's way, swinging his cane into the side of fifth's head. The sixth, which was the eagle, hanged back as Zeel fended off the fourth, being a crow. The eagle was the buffest of them, and no doubt would be a tough opponent. Not to mention the electrified baton.

The crow made a stabbing motion with his baton, and Zeel sidestepped while pivoting on his talon to face his opponent, then grabbed his wing and twisted it. He turned his head to find that the second and third were getting up, and were fully recovered from their blows. The falcon wouldn't let that happen, and threw a baton at his feet towards the second, hitting him square in the face. Once again, the guard was down. The third, however, wasn't as easy as the first time. He threw a punch, just barely missing Zeel. The falcon twisted his upper body to the side, and at the same time stuck his leg out. The crow was sent rolling out the door soon after. All that was left standing was the buff eagle.

"You are going down, you wrinkling mass of grey feathers." Zeel knew it was an insult, but had been trained to keep a calm mind. No taunts affected him, though they were his best weapon. He lifted a wing, and flexed the ends oh his primaries.

"Why don't you make me?" The eagle's eyes narrowed, and there was a small silence. Then he lunged forward. Zeel sidestepped and flipped his cane back to his left side, destabilizing his posture for a mere second. He then swung it forward, aiming for his victim's head. The eagle ducked, and spun around as he was low. Zeel jumped up, and the baton went under his talons, then he flipped to the side. The falcon used this moment as his chance and whacked him across the back of his head. "And that is why you should not cross me" the victor triumphantly remarked. Though as he did, he did not notice one of the crows rising up, his baton raised. Then he fell forward, alerting Zeel.

"You are good in combat, but you are lacking in watching your surroundings." Zeel smirked at his companion.

"That is why I have you. Everyone needs a partner, and I did train you. Did I not, Fortune?" The large owl nodded and withdrew his upraised wing. "Are the others here?" He nodded once more. "Good. Call them in." Fortune turned to the open entrance and let out a loud hoot. They waited for a few seconds, then two more figures entered the hall. One a female Spix macaw with emerald eyes, and the other a male black owl.

"We came as soon as you called" the Spix macaw began.

"Where are the bad guys?" the black owl asked eagerly. The Spix macaw rolled her eyes and looked away from him.

"Mema, you are to go with Fortune to the second entrance. I'll take Agent Jameson with me. Let's get a move on." The other three nodded affirmatively and they all moved out with their given tasks. Jameson stayed by his partner, and with a flick of his primaries, they moved forward. But at a slow and quiet pace.

"Stay by me. And be quiet" Zeel ordered with an extremely stern tone. Jameson saluted and stayed back, both of them hugging the steel wall.

Further down the hall, Zeel stopped before stopping an eager owl. "Stay here. Something up ahead." Out of his pack, Zeel pulled out a small rectangular device with a small camera that could extend, and pulled the camera so it would bend around the corner. On the screen, he saw a small turret attached to the roof. He holstered the camera and glanced back at the young agent behind him. "Gun turret. With a motion sensor, no doubt. I'll deal with this." He pulled out another device, this time it was spherical. He pressed a button, and it began beeping. He through it around the corner, and before the gun could fire, the grenade detonated, sending out an electro-magnetic pulse, deactivating the turret. "It's down. Let's get going." They started down the corner, but halfway Zeel and Jameson were forced to take cover as a large bird came around. Upon his shoulders were a pair of cannons. The rounds fired tore through the wall where the two agents once stood.

"I'll deal with this" Jameson said, earning a nod that gave him the go ahead.

Jameson turned away and from the back of his belt he withdrew his own baton. But unlike the others, it had many capabilities. He pulled out both ends, and with a click, a circular shield came around it from the sides, with the middle of the baton as the handle. He counted silently, then in an instant he charged out. He began walking at a steady pace, the rounds ricocheting off his metallic shield. Zeel stayed on his tail, and they both slowly approached. Once close enough, Zeel took a step onto Jameson, taking him by surprise. He then sent himself into a roll forward and pulled a hidden trigger on his cane, firing a dart from it's end. It hit it's mark, embedding into it's victim's neck. It's wing went to it's neck, and then slowly toppled, passing out in the end.

"What was that for?!" the black owl exclaimed, rubbing his now sore shoulder.

"Terribly sorry. I thought it as the only possible way to get him down without injury. Should I have killed him?"

"Not that! Why'd you stand on my shoulder?" But Zeel hadn't heard him. He was looking down at the unconscious guard. He was studying the harness the weapons were mounted on in awe. But also with a hint of fear.

"In all my years, never have I seen such a thing. Turrets, I've seen plenty. But this.." He nudged the left shoulder cannon with his good talon. "This is a first. We need to warn the council when we get back. Look at what it did to your shield." They both glimpsed at it to find deep dents in the metal. "That was built for blades and arrows. Not bullets." Jameson's beak almost fell completely open.

"You mean I could have died?!"

"I would not have allowed it." That made Jameson feel a bit more safer. And only a bit.

They pushed on through the empty steel halls, the cold of the mountain seeping through the vents lining the ceiling and the lower walls. No one else had come in their way, so everything had been quiet. Too quiet for Zeel's preference. They soon came across a rather interesting door, very different to the others they had seen.

"This must be it. Get ready." They took cover on either side of the door, and Zeel used the elbow part of his wing to press the button, and the door slid open with a hiss. They stepped in, both with weapons at the ready. In the center was their target, with two guards backing him up.

"Stop! Or you'll regret it."

"I doubt that" Zeel scoffed. At first, there was a rumbling. Then, from the vents above, Fortune and Mema dropped down onto the other guards. The target whirled around, only to receive a punch to the face. He doubled back, landing into Zeel's opened cuffs. "We have you now, doctor." He glanced at the others. "Let's get out of here." With that, they began backtracking, leaving the now abandoned base.