New York city from that hight looked like a forest after a great fire. Grey buildings like bushes and branches covered in sparks of smoldering neons and ash particles of cars between them, carried by the wind of traffic. Behind the window of the office of RDA administration skyscraper was standing Jeremy Ron - the Head Security Administrator - in his best suit. He was a tall, white haired old man, experienced by many wars in his life. Behind him stood a long, wooden table with comfortable chairs around it - but only two of them were occupied.
"So what are we supposed to do? Our Pandoran colony has fallen, the last ship from there lifted off a month ago. We have NO men out there and we have to get it done as fast as possible." Said an obese, bald man with nervous voice, sitting at the end of the table.
"Do you have any news we DON'T know, Miles?" Answered the second executive, a bit short, blonde man, sitting on one of the seats on a side of the table. "I think we have no choice - we must send a shuttle in the nearest future, before the Ventrue Star with the surviviors arrives. We won't be able to hold the failure on Pandora in secret for any longer after their arrival. Goverment will send their own ships out there just after they find out what happened, so we have to act fast. I say we should send another military group out there"
"That would even be a good idea, Michael, but one shuttle won't be able to take enough soldiers to hold even the landing pad alone, especialy when the Na'Vi are treating us as enemies." Said Jeremy, turning to his intelocutors.
"So maybe we should send a few, but fine men?" tossed Miles "I'm sure we will find some good rangers in our forces, who would be able to finish this."
"Drop this one off" Said Jeremy. "Let us be honest - we've got only some dropouts from regular army now. All our finest men were immediately assigned to Pandora colony, where they were needed. Now they are dead or will be available after six years of travel. Besides - there is no ordinary soldier, who would be able to infiltrate that clan and the remains of our base without being spotted. The only rangers I knew, who could do that, were in english S.A.S. and russian Speznaz forces. Both of them can't help us now."
"So i think we have to use my Plan B." Answered Michael with a spark of hope in his eye. "Do you remember our phone conversation, Jeremy?"
"Come on, you can't be serious! I thought that you were joking with that mercenary assassins!" Shouted desperately Jeremy.
"What are you talking about?" asked Miles, thrown off the balance.
Michael pulled off a PDA from the pocket of his suit, turning it on.
"You see, we can hire some help from the outside. Mercenaries are just perfect for that kind of job - professionals, born for such missions, don't care about time of the job, can keep the secret, will do anything for the right price, they've got nothing to lose and are available all the time. I think that's the only solution for out sitation."
"You want to tell me, that you will equip a bunch of rogues with our most expensive Avatars? No way, Michael!" Answered doubtly Miles.
"Not a bunch, but one of them. I know how painful it is to create one of that blue zombies, plus we have to pay the assassin himself - and I'm sure it won't be cheap" Said Michael. "So, I've digged the files of three mercenaries I found..."
"TWO of them" Jeremy interrupted him. "Richard Abrams has been sentenced to electric chair one week ago."
"Damn it. He was the easiest one to bring..." said Michael. "But we still got two more of them on the list. One is from Poland in central Europe, Dariusz* Morawski"
"Pole? You know how they, Slovaks and Chechs are reacting to Americans after the conflict about the oil in the Bieszczady* Mountains?" said Miles.
"Yes, I know. But you forgot, that we've got money. Much of it. Besides, I think he is the best one now for this job - though he actively participated in the mencioned war against us. Before the conflict outbreak, he finished studies at specialization: film directory, on one of english universities. In free time, he was performing parkour and free running, also was an active member of K1 fighters club. Just after he finished his studies, the conflict has blown up the rest of his life. Kind of literally. He lost his brother in one of the first encounters between our and polish army. After that he felt into some kind of weird nervous breakdown. Anyway, a month later everyone known him as ''The Demoman" or simply "C4 Guy" - he had an unofficial record at blowing up american ammo depots, vehicles and aircraft in the time of conflict. They say it was like Fourth July everynight, though he was seen only once, as he specialized in stealth and sneak. He was rarely using fire arms, he preffered close combat and bladed weapons to kill essential, american targets. He was the one who killed, inter alia, general Ridgemont.
"Wait, that was HIM?! The guy who passed all the soldiers in the biggest military base, killed Ridgemont and his five bodyguards with a knife and got away unseen?! I thought it was just a rumor." Miles said shocked.
"Yes, that was him. His sabotage acts cost us many millions of dollars and many fine men out there. Though his actions were essential for the win of Poland, Chech and Slovakia, he was never awarded with any medal - instead of it, he was sentenced to be shot, the reason is still a secret. But somehow he escaped the military camp and started a new life as an outcast, becoming a paid assassin - as this was the only thing he could do in his life. Looks like he liked it. Here is the end of the official info, but many people say he spent about a half of a year in the remains of african jungle, where he killed one of the drug mafia bosses and his co-partner the same night. He was caught only two times. First time he was betrayed by his partner in buissnes. He escaped the prison with increased rigour. In four days. Then he was caught by the second time, as he surrendered to the police by himself - only because the cheif of the prison in the interview said, that ''he wouldn't be able to escape for the second time". Well, he did. For the next day he was already gone. If there is anyone who is able to sneak between Na'Vi on their own teritory - it is that Pole."
"And who's the second one...?" Asked Jeremy.
"Well, he's Canadian, Glenroy McKay. He was in special forces of... Wait a second..." Michael looked closely into the monitor of his PDA, then turned it off with a frustrated move of hand. "OK, nevermind. McKay has commited suicide, he shot himself in the head two days ago."
"You don't have any other offers? Really...?" Asked Miles.
"You know how hard it is to find a safe contact with a mercenary assassin?! He is the only one left. Shall I call him?"
