General Shepherd finally, after his day at court martial, returns to his office, turns on the lamp, picks up the landline phone to make a call

Telephone Operator: "The client you called is not reachable at the moment."

Sheperd gets an annoyed expression before seeing you in front of his desk. You have an emotionless expression, in your hand a pistol with a silencer.

Sheperd realizes he's in total shit.

Shepherd: "You know I'm not going to beg or plead for you to spare me, right?"