[Undisclosed Location] [Time- 5:10 AM]
The Private Jet landed in a private airfield. The loud sound of the engine made it very hard to hear anyone. A group of private soldiers got out of the plane and started to walk toward the lobby.
"Mark, Mark, wait up, man," Yelled Damian while holding on to his gear bag. He is the mechanic of the team.
Damian's job is to repair or tweak any objects during their missions. He is three years younger than Mark and is unmarried. But, no one would believe that he is 37 years old because he spends most of his income on surgery to make him look younger.
Mark, the Team Leader, who was in his 40's, was walking in front with his custom sniper rifle inside his bag on his back. He was wearing a black jacket and clear glasses. There was an old bullet injury scar on his left cheek.
Mark looked toward Damian, "Really now... Man, stop screaming like that. We will talk inside the car... Now is not the time." He looked disturbed.
