Six years ago, baptism of fire. That was what was going through Daemon's mind as he was looking at the picture of him and his teammates in the apartment he rented. His bag, with the few things he had, was placed to the side as he reminisced about their first mission.
Nothing too complicated, just a recuperation mission, with the need to leave a message as a reminder of the consequences of offending the homeland.
They had been dropped into international waters at that time, and after abandoning the devices invested to help them cover the inhuman distance, they had resurfaced in the territorial waters of the country hosting the target.
The latter should have thought itself safe, but darkness had no border. He remembered the waters left dark by the absence of the light from the sky. A moonless night, with heavy clouds hiding the stars.
