The agents in black moved briskly, towards the elevator.

The world was their oyster, or so it seemed because tonight, something was different. Under their formal attire, hidden holsters pressed against their ribs.
“A situation has arisen; Kudra called.”
The doors opened. A voice—silk over steel—cut through the silence.
“Gentlemen, you are late. Please, set to leave in one hour. You have a mission. Don’t disappoint me.”