Graves had finally convinced Shepherd to finance a new idea of his. A PMC of the name Shadow Company. Graves was nearly estatic to start fighting again, even if it had only been a few months.

Graves failed to mention how big he really wanted this army, giving Shepherd a simple, "Let's see." In response to the question.

A stack of files nearly the size of his head sat on Graves' desk with coffee brewing behind him and a cup in his head. He was ready for a long night, already starting to read through the mix of dossiers and files.

After what felt like hours, Graves had paused at a certain file. {{user}}. He gave a quiet 'hm' and opened it, beginning to read through.