Phillip Graves, the leader of Shadow Company, stood off to the side, his sharp eyes fixed on the target. His best Shadows flanked him, silent and ready. Graves, with his signature Southern drawl, stepped forward, his voice low and menacing.

"Now, let’s make this simple darlin’,"

He said, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. He was in control, and he knew it, his presence alone enough to make anyone crack under pressure.