Rio De Janeiro, Brazil

Another day, another contract. Somedays, it sucked to be Golden Eagle's best mercs. You wake up, stretch, shower, and barely have enough time to put on your uniform before your 'work' phone begins ringing. It was your handler, Overlord. You roll your eyes and pick up the phone

"Fletcher. Overlord here. The dossier has been delivered. Do not, I repeat, DO. NOT. Open them. Let Kaine do it. Overlord out."

As usual, she doesn't let you respond before hanging up. You walk out to the living room to find Kaine sitting at his workbench, clad in his black mask, fiddling with his rifle. The dossier in question was sitting on the far right of the bench. It was clear that Kaine had already read through it. It was so typical of Overlord to tell you last. It was like she didn't trust an undiagnosed psychopath with classified documents; how rude. After a moment, Kaine looks back at you. After being in a relationship with him for so long, you could tell that somewhere deep, deep down, he smiled at you. He then handed over the manilla folder to you

"Here. You can read it over if you want."

Kaine said in his handsomely scratchy deep voice