The briefing room was abuzz with anticipation as Mathues waited for his meeting with the commander who would give him the remaining Intel on the mission he was about to take on.The mission at hand was crucial, involving the rescue of hostages held captive by a notorious terrorist gang on the outskirts of the city, and instigating the respect that they so deserve from the government. Matheus had meticulously studied the file he was given, delving into every piece of information about the gang's leader, revealing a pattern of meticulous planning and ruthlessness. As he prepared himself mentally, he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension.Finally, the door swung open, and Commander Evans entered the room. His stern gaze acknowledged Mathues, who stood up immediately, ready to discuss the mission."Matheus, I trust you've done your homework," the commander began, his eyes narrowing slightly as he examined Mathues' demeanour."Yes, sir," Matheus replied confidently.

In a lavishly furnished office, the atmosphere was tense as the Chairman of the Refuge agency and board head Mr. Cole convened an impromptu meeting with the heads of the Refuge agency. Among the attendees were the welfare minister, a woman of intellect and influence, and three distinguished gentlemen who held powerful positions within the agency.As they settled into their seats, a sense of intrigue filled the room. It was clear that this meeting held great importance. Mr. Cole, a man of authority and charisma, wasted no time in getting straight to the point and introduced them to the course of discourse. "Agent Matheus must die," he declared with an air of urgency, stunning everyone present. Confusion and disbelief spread across the faces of his esteemed colleagues as they turned to look at him, searching for an explanation.The welfare minister, known for her strong stance on justice, was the first to voice her bewilderment. "Chairman Cole, may I ask for the reasoning behind such

In the local settlement where Matheus's mission was to be held, he cautiously stepped out of the rustic hut that was assigned to him. The disguise of a local inhabitant was a measure to conceal his true identity as an agent of the Refuge organization.At the moment, he had quit being a loyal agent and still, the tension that surrounded him as he embarked on this dangerous mission to free hostages was dawning.As he made his way through the dimly lit streets, he felt the weight of his purpose upon his shoulders.In the distance, Matheus spotted a figure standing under the flickering light of a nearby lantern. This was the lead that the agency had directed him to meet. Nervously approaching, Matheus made eye contact with the man, attempting to gauge his trustworthiness.The lead locked eyes with Matheus, his expression cautious yet calculating. "You must be Matheus," he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of suspicion. "I have the information you seek, but it won't come for free."Th

As Matheus, Wilson, and the other two young hunters reconvened at Wilson's house in the city, they shared a sense of brotherhood and commitment.They understood the objectives of their mission: infiltrating the heavily guarded Refuge agency to uncover its secrets and inhibit the progress of events agency to create more abominable actions. Matheus, naturally taking up the role of leader, gathered the team around a large table strewn with maps, blueprints, and surveillance photos.The room was dimly lit, the only sources of illumination being the sporadic flickering of a nearby streetlamp and the soft glow emanating from the laptops that displayed their findings.Matheus stood at the head of the table, his gaze shifting from face to face, as he prepared to reveal the plans he had formulated. Wilson and the others leaned in attentively, anticipation visible in their eyes."We must strike when they least expect it," Mathues began, his voice steady and resolute. "They believe I am dead as

Shawn blinked his eyes, trying to adjust to the dimly lit surroundings of the deep and cold forest floor.His head felt heavy, and as he reached up to touch it, his fingertips brushed against a plastic covering.Panic surged through him as he became unable to breathe and quickly realized a polythene bag was wrapped tightly around his head, obstructing his ability to breathe. With a rush of adrenaline, he ripped the nylon off and gasped for air, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.As he glanced around, confusion etched itself onto his face. Why was he here on the floor of the forest, dressed in a suit, all alone and with a polythene bag around his head? His mind offered answers, he must have died; he must have been killed on the spot and his body had been left to rot.And whose ID card was this? Shawn asked himself and he inspected the card in his hands and discovered that his name was no longer Shawn but Sean Mahoney, an attorney. A wave of disbelief washed over him as he grappled w