In a large office filled with hurried employees and stacks of documents was a large table in the center. A large map covered the table, a table assorted with all kinds of notes, pins, and pictures. Heaps of documents were stacked around it.
On one end of the table was the only seated man who studied the map while those around him stood each taking their turn to make reports.
He quietly listened as he studied the map in front of him with great care and attention, processing all the information. His eyes fixed on a picture pinned to a point on the map.
The picture was of a young man.
A young man with startling black hair and black eyes.
Just the sight of that picture caused his lips to curl and his eyes to sharpen. His jaws gritted while his teeth clenched.
"...According to a report from squad CF54 of the long-range surveillance division, we have yet to observe any signs of the target. Thus far we can only conclude that the target is not present in the town of Haj-"
