Antonio sat down in the dark room, and remembered why he hated silence. It made him venerable, scared even. He waited a bit, the small light illuminating the room. His boss had a new mission for him, and he was excited. He hadn't had a mission since the accident.
"Antonio Carriedo. Agent 407. Welcome." A new man stepped into the room, dressed in a suit similar to his own. The man sat a brief case down onto the metal table and opened it, taking out some papers. "As you know, we have a mission for you, if you choose to accept it."
"I do," Antonio stated, trying to stifle the laugh that came. It sounded like he was at a wedding, getting married. Missions could be seen as weddings, however. It's a pact between people, a promise that you must keep. A regret that some people may have.
The man smiled slightly and handed the Spaniard a folder. He quickly took it and opened it, looking at the picture of the young man. He looked at the mans name, age, and workplace. Lovino Vargas, 19, the Vargas fashion company. Well, holy shit, Antonio thought. He'd been on missions where he had to assassinate well known people, but not this well known.
"He's still in college. I will enroll you in the same classes as him, and you will be in the same dorm room as him." The man laughed as he thought about a billionaire in college. Antonio chuckled as well. "You'll have further instructions in a week." The man got up then, taking his brief case, and left.
Antonio waited for a moment, still seated at the table. He closed the folder, and just sat. The Spaniard remembered how he got into this ring, how his family were hitmen, how he was suppose to take up the family business. He remembered how he cried when he realized he'd have to actually kill people.
Then, he got up and left.