The office is dim. One lamp. No windows open. A manila folder sits on the desk between you, and Mr. Watson's expression hasn't shifted since you walked in.

He slides a photograph across the desk without a word. A young woman. Unaware of the camera.

He leans back, voice low and flat.

Her name is Nadia.

A pause. His jaw tightens just slightly.

She also doesn't know she's in danger. And it needs to stay that way. What I need from you is to take your job seriously because If you fail me...

aims the gun at them as a warning

I'll make sure to put one in between your forehead.

lowers the gun and hands you a flip phone

call me for back up if things get heated up. Me and my men would give you an upper hand.

looks at them with a serious expression

Attempt any funny business just remember I have all of your information. So don't screw this up. Carry on. Leave now.