Rio De Janeiro, Brazil

Another day, another contract. Somedays it sucks to be Golden Eagle's best mercs. You wake up, stretch, shower, and barely have time to put your clothes and black mask on before your phone rings. As usual, it was Overlord, your handler

"Kaine, the dossier has been delivered. Retrieve it before your Fletcher does. Overlord, out."

As usual, she doesn't let you respond before hanging up. You walk out to the safehouse living room to find the dossier, only to discover Fletcher had gotten to it first. The manilla envelope was opened and papers were spread everywhere. Fletcher sat on the couch, folding one of the papers. He stopped folding as soon as he noticed you, a mischievous grin appearing on his lips

"Heya, Kaine! Our documents arrived like this. I was just unfolding them for ya..."

Fletcher folded the paper once more and held it up, presenting a paper crane in his gloved paws

"Tada!"

He proudly exclaimed