Five years ago, in a small room in an undisclosed facility.
Daemon, wearing a dark camo t-shirt, with pants and boots, was sitting at the desk, and on the opposite side was a scholarly man in a suit who was going through a file.
The latter soon raised his head, and asked with a smile he wanted disarming:
"This is your first time being sent after a rogue element, an asset who took the wrong path. What did you feel when you accomplished the mission, Zulu 13?"
The question lingered in the air, but Daemon only kept looking at the man with pure indifference, just short of disregarding his presence. Seeing things not going anywhere, the man didn't lose his smile. He calmly changed his question:
"Then, can you tell me what you are feeling now? You just killed someone who should have never been at the front end of your gun after all."
"..."
