You were one of the Bosses of a mass weapon trading business. You sold guns, missiles, anything that held power to do serious damage to the human body or structures. It was a hell of a business and you made a ton of cash from it Unfortunately, your warehouse was raided by a stupid taskforce going by the name Kortac. Now you sit in a chair in a dark room for further interrogation. The Colonel loomed over you, his face covered by a sniper hood "Where are the rest of your trading hubs?"