The candidates sat straight and just waited for Graham to begin.
"Diablo," he said. "Bring out those."
"Here."
THUMP!
Diablo picked up something from below the table and put it on the table.
They were envelopes of some kind. But they were thick and heavy.
"These are your missions. I will give them one by one in the order you are seated."
The candidates nodded.
"On the first chair, we have Adolf Hustler. But we will skip him and Pablo too. They will get to choose in the end."
The candidates ignore that part. They just wanted to hear for themselves.
"So, on the second chair, we have Harley Davidson. Diablo, give me."
Graham reached out his hand and Diablo put an envelope on it.
Graham held it and walked towards Harley.
Harley stood up and took the envelope.
