The Redemptionist

Intro:
Hi everyone, this is my story. The Redemptionist. It will contain violence, swearing and other things. Discretion advised!
Chapter 1. Redemptionist POV.
Crack! A body softly dropped into snow. Crack! The second body stopped. The Redemptionist calmly folded up his sniper rifle and placed it over his back. He drew his Assault Rifle, and slid down the embankment. He walked over and checked the pulses with a slight glance through his visor. They were both stone dead. He deactivated kill mode, activating normal vision. He walked in through the door. Then he raised the rifle and fired out the entire mag through the door and entered through it. He was satisfied by the sight of five dead men on the floor, the men he had shot through the iron door. He calmly walked up to the next door, pulling out his silenced pistol, with laser dot, heat sensor, and 2x optical zoom. He calmly knocked on the door and a German voice answered. 
“Come in, Vilhelm.”                                                                                                                 
The Redemptionist opened the door. 
“You’re not Vilhel-“ He never got the chance to answer because the Redemptionist’s pistol put  a round right between his eyes. 
Chapter 2.Redemptionist POV.
The ‘Hole’ at 9 PM
“Good to see you back, Agent 3.” 
The Redemptionist gave a curt, slightly sarcastic nod.
“You are a truly valuable asset to our cause. I trust you eliminated our little… German problem?” She didn’t wait for a confirmation; because she already knew that he had, having watched the whole thing on the wide screen surveillance unit. “You did well, but that was too high profile on the press!” Jolts were sent flying through him from his obedience collar. “We now have the press on the search for the assassin. You are incredibly valuable, but you are NOT irreplaceable. Am I understood?!” 
The Redemptionist nodded as the voltage stopped. 
“Very good. You will be paired with agent three from now on to replace the most… Unfortunate loss of Agent Four.”
Again, he nodded, leaving when permission was granted. He slowly walked up to Agent Three, surprised to see that it was a woman. Out of the mental link grill attached to his helmet, he stated in his gruff, to the point style. “Human. Female. Not normal to survive the process.”