In a small and worn bathroom with a sink and mirror, a man with cropped black, greying hair and a raven tattoo across his back, shaved. Fine grey hair fell into the basin of the sink as the blade in the razor cut through it. Cold, blue eyes observed the movement in the mirror, making sure to catch every spot as quickly as possible while also not cutting his face by accident.
Somewhere behind him, a phone started ringing. The man grunted softly, finished off his shaving and went to answer the phone. It laid on a wooden nightstand, vibrating. The caller ID was listed as unknown. The man picked up the phone but said nothing.
'Raven?' The voice was electronic, being run through a voice changer of some sort.
'Yes.' The man answered, looking through the window at the early morning rain in the city.
'My organisation has a job for you. We need a series of high-value targets, both at sea and on land, eliminated.'
'What is the nature of these targets?'
'Anti-ballistic and anti-satellite weaponry. Extreme resistance from the Kingdom of Erusea, and possibly the Osean Federation, should be expected for this mission.'
'Consider it done.' The man ended the phone call. He put the phone down and went to a closet to extract a jacket and a pair of jeans.
Two minutes later, the man was on a sleek black motorcycle zipping through traffic, heading for the nearest military airport.
