Third Person POV
Nikkoli walked down the dark corridor, slowly increasing his pace as the cold, damp air invaded his lungs. He was on his way to his supervisor's office and hoped he wasn't being sent out to do another job. He'd just gotten back earlier that morning and didn't plan on leaving until he could get some much needed rest, but someone came and retrieved him from the room he was currently staying in, which normally wouldn't have bothered him if he didn't just get off of a flight where he had to sit next to a guy who wouldn't stop talking on one side of him and a highly disgusting man on the other that smelled like ass. He wasn't looking forward to doing that ever again and was rethinking his line of work if that was going to be his transportation. Plus, the mission prevented him from sleeping at all and he was really looking forward to passing out in his room when he got back. The overly covered boy now stood outside of his current bosses door, contemplating on whether he should actually go in or turn back to catch up on his sleep. Before he could decide the door swung open revealing the person that wanted to speak with him.
"Ah, Mr. Yonovich, so good to see you. I've been wanting to speak with you. Come inside and take a seat," he told the shorter male.
"Yes sir. Has something happened since I was gone that I should be worried about?"
The raven haired male chuckled lightly."No, everything here is quite fine. Everything on Mount Washington, however, is not. We just received a call that a group of college students had radioed in saying they were in grave danger and would die if help didn't arrive soon. I need you to head down there with three other operatives and bring them back... And if possible kill whatever it is that is on that mountain," he informed the other male.
Nikkoli scoffed. "And what makes you think I'll do it? I'm a fuckin' mercenary. And in case you didn't know, people in my line of work don't exactly take on charity cases. Before any job is done we're told what's in it for us. So? What's in it for me?"
The older man's blue eyes glimmer in amusement and he glances at the other before looking back down, almost like he was deciding whether or not to say anything. After a few moments he smirks and stared straight at Nikkoli as he spoke. "One of the college kids is from an incredibly wealthy family and I'm assuming they'll pay handsomely for the kids safety. But, you could do it out of the kindness of your heart you know..."
"Kindness? Yeah, right. We both know I can't feel anything anymore. I couldn't care less in fact. I'll do it for the money though. When do I leave, sir?"
The man absentmindedly ran his hand through his dark locks that were lightly brushing against his shoulders. "Considering the danger they're in I'd say you and the others should leave as soon as possible," he replied. They quickly finished speaking about the mission details and the teen left the room to find the others. He just wanted to get in the helicopter so he could rest on the way to the mountain. The sooner the mission was over the sooner he could get his money and sleep for a few days to completely recooperate.
'Damn,' he thought, 'this is gonna be a long day.'