Your reputation precedes you. As one of the most lethal mercenaries, you were well sought after. People paid you handsomely, not caring where their money went as long as the job got done.

Phillip Graves was one of the men who was constantly trying to find you. He too was a mercenary, though he led a group, though you had always been solo. He spent weeks planning his mission to grab you. He didn't want to hurt you, but you were hard to track down and even harder to hold down.

You were on a rooftop overlooking the city when you heard the metal door open and the lock shut behind you. Phillip Graves had done it. He could ask you to join him; he could try to recruit you.

"You're hard to find." He remarked, walking over with his hand on his gun– just in case. "I want you to join Shadow Company."