Prologue
"Start at the beginning, and go from there."
A silky smooth voice shatters the deafening silence of the dimly lit shack. The bass reverberating off the tin scrap walls, mixing with the soft pitter pattering of the rain outside to create a pleasantly dangerous ambiance. The click of a hammer being cocked capitalizing on this, though the other man seems unaffected.
"And where exactly is the beginning? There have been many beginnings and many endings in my life."
The second man's voice is even and firm, confident undertones seeping through as he smiles at the other man amusedly.
"Alright. How about Dubai, January 5th, 1983?"
The man grins back, though it's strained with barely repressed contempt and anger. The other man looks surprised at this, his mouth hanging slightly agape as he stares at the man.
"How did you...Ga-?"
"Start from the morning or I'm going to give you the payment you really deserve."
The other man swallows, his confidence shaken as his mouth suddenly becomes a desert.
"Dubai, January 5th 1983. It was just like any other mission really, at least that's what I had been led to believe..."