The morning sun shines through the window of the hotel room, the sunlight dances around the room as it slowly hits the empty whiskey bottle in the hand of the passed out old grey man in the leather chair. With a heavy knock on the door the man wakes up in an instant, his bloodshoot eyes opens wide as he drops the bottle to the ground. The still dressed man stands up slowly from the leather chair and lights a cigarette as he aproch the door. And as he opens up he gets greated by a "Raven", the codename for any of the mercenaries working for the corporation.
-"You awake sir?, we have located our client and we're ready for the extraction"
-“Excellent, you have your orders. Make sure our client lives to see another day, failure is not an option.”
-“We wouldn’t want to see it another way, Sir” and he raises his voice –“Ravens, move out!”
After he close the door, the old man pulls up a family photograph from his pocket with a text saying.
-“You will always be in my heart Morgan”
As he looks at the picture with a grin, he thinks to himself.
-“I’m glad you didn’t have to see all this ugliness, for your sake, I will ensure the safety of my men and their families”.
As he walks over to the table of the room, he opens up a briefcase and starts stacking papers until he finds what he is looking for. The signed contract, the one last job that would secure the mercenaries and their families future..