The two men sat at opposite ends of a rectangular table, which was covered in pieces of paper and photographs. Both men were staring intently at them when a third man entered the room, his hands behind his back and confidence was evident in the way he was walking, "Well?" The guy on the right look at the third man with a look of incredulousness on his face, "How on earth did you manage to get these sorts of pictures?"

The man smiled and shook his head, "All I'm going to do is provide Intel, you don't question, you just do what you do best" With that, the man on the left stood up, pulled out a pistol, walked over to the man and pointed it at him, "Well, if we're so good at what we do, you wouldn't mind us killing you right here right now would you"

The man continued to smile as he slowly pushed the pistol down, "True, you could, however, would be the fun in that? But, if you take this Intel and use it to your advantage, you could have infinitely more fun taking on this group of men" The right man looked back at the pictures, then at the left man, "What you think? I reckon he's right, as much as I'd love to kill him, this looks a hell of a lot more fun"

The left man laughed, "Yeah, he's got a point, say, we got a name to call you?" The man however, shook his head, "No, I'm a … silent partner in this" The left man shrugged, walked over to a photograph, "This the boss?" An evil grin appeared on the mans face, "Oh yes, he is, and he'll be a tough one to take down, it'll be your favourite game yet" The three men all laughed. "So, what's his name?" the right man spoke as the man was about to walk out.

"He's John Killah, and his group is Task Force 141"