(The centre of the secret service organisation: Erriador Intelligence Services)
A tall built but lean man composedly walks up to the Chief of the Staff and zestfully starts up a conversation to which the gruff looking middle—aged man sews the mouth spitting complaints with a sharp look.
The younger man dejectedly sighs and informs him about the reason of the summit with the Head of the Service.
The Chief of the Stuff than routinely presses on a switch and brings the black interphone close to his ear.
"Sir, Agent Ace is here." He briefs in a professional monotonous tone.
"Let him in." The voice replies.
The middle–aged man places back the interphone and glances up at a turned off Ace.
Ace makes a sarcastic remark and heads linearly toward a certain modern door situated at the end of the hallway. He knocks twice on the door. And a groggy deep voice says, "Come in.''
He opens and enters, closing behind the door, walking in—he stands in a poised manner parallel to the man in his fifty's, sat on a comfortable synthetic leather high chair.
"Good morning Sir." He greets.
Closing the file he was previously engaged in, the expressionless man finally gazes up at him.
"Morning Agent Ace. Have a seat." The middle aged man says.
Ace nods and lowers himself on the chair accross him.
"We need Agent Czar back. There's a team job for you." He informs.
"He's been unreachable since the break." He sighs, and takes off his glasses, neatly placing it on his desk.
This certain Agent always got on his nerves due to his reckless behaviour.
And the last time they met, they got into a conflict about Agent Czar dealing with the assignments in his own rash terms.
There were complains from the higher ups, but he was an important asset, one of the best in EIS, and they were complied to just sit back and swallow in their rage.
"May I know the details sir?" Agent Ace inquires the head of EIS, attempting to not sound too bored.
"Agent Grey was send to spy on Alfredo in Spain. We stopped getting intels from him a week ago. He's assumed dead by the higher ups. The last message hinted on the presumable regions the terrorists could attack." He declares with apathy.
"Invade their territory and kill their chief. If Agent Grey did got caught, I him to not reveal any of our intelligences. But they'll come for us. Before that you will cease him."
"If its possible, bring back Agent Grey's corpse. He atleast deserves a proper burial." Elk allows a hint of softness in his eyes.
Alfredo was the chief of one of the largest terrorist organisation. Before he was in the shadows, and his crimes were not as noticeable with all the wars and political conflicts, natural calamities going on.
But their resources had grown, and they got intel that someone influential from Erriador has been financing them.
And they had to arrest, or kill him before his crimes go causing unshrinkable holocausts.
"Got it Sir. Anything else?" Ace asks.
Elk glances up at him, the sternness returning in his gaze. "Your team has two weeks to leave. Train your best. This might be one of the challenging tasks."
"And find your leader—as soon as attainable." Elk instructs.
"Yes sir." Ace returns, after greeting him—with a wilted spirit he trudges out the door.