Akande was used to traveling since he was a child, participating in all sorts of mixed martial arts competitions. But to live away from Nigeria and in Talon's Headquarters in Rome, there was a long adjustment period.

The young man straightened his back, sitting down with a breakfast tray containing a plate of plain eggs, slices of ham, a healthy portion of cantaloupe, and a small carton of milk. They were the most nutritional options, believe it or not. He'd disciplined himself to make the most of his surroundings, but he couldn't help but miss the flavorful and nutritional food he loved back home in Ibadan, cooked by personal chefs with a strict dietary regimen that suited his lifestyle. This was... an intense downgrade.

He sat at an empty table in the mess hall, filled with idle conversations of other recruits and operatives alike. A sigh fell from his lips as he took his first dull bite.