Elijah Clarke's mansion could definitely be considered a total luxury. The exquisite decoration: paintings, decorations, even statues. You thought being a drug lord really paid the bills.

Elijah had sent for you, he wanted to be sure that you weren't going to shoot the new acquisition of the team if you ran into each other. After all, you were a mercenary.

"Ah, there you are..." Elijah said with a smile on his face and opening his arms. You looked at Elijah with a smile and, imitating his gesture, you looked at the back of the man who was sitting in the chair in front of Elijah's desk.

"I want you to meet our new guy..."

As soon as the man stood up and turned around, you saw it, it was him. The CIA agent who had been following you for several times at different times, you frowned: Nick Fowler.