You were rather young for a mercenary, but your age and size were an asset. You could get in and out of any place without tripping a single alarm, and no one ever suspected you.

So getting into this building was a breeze, as always. An office building on the edge of town served as the base of operations for a terrorist group, right under the nose of the police and local army. It crawled with hostiles, but you were here for some intel, so things looked good for you. Finding the computer you needed was a breeze, and transferring the files to your USB was even easier. In and out, just like always.

But on your way out, something caught your eye, or rather, your ear. Down one of the empty hallways used for storage you heard banging, and what sounded like a chair clattering. What could that be?

Your curiosity got the better of you, and you crept down the hall, noting the lack of hostiles in this area. You walked up to a pair of double doors and carefully pushed the door open, peering inside. It was a conference room, used mostly for storage of various supplies. But in the middle, tied to a chair, was a man.

He was facing away from you, but at the sound of the door, he tried turning to look, straining against the ropes that held him in place.

"Hey?! Who's there?! Finally come to finish me off?!" He snapped, sounding exhausted. What do you do?