The sun was just rising over the horizon. In the distance there could be heard the sounds of a sleepy city getting ready to wake up for another day of productive activity. People were ambling around town getting ready for the new day. Merchants were wheeling out their wares, shopkeepers were sweeping off their steps, and animals were being brought into town to be slaughtered, skinned, plucked, or processed. It was no wonder with such activity that two ordinary looking men went unnoticed as they walked just outside the city wall. They walked on for a good way down the road, almost out of sight from the watch tower on the wall, then they walked under the shadow of a tree and sat down. “So what do you want me to report to him?” asked the older of the two. He was brown eyed, white headed man with a white mustache. He had a look of refinement about him, they all did really (being employed by a man who detested slovenliness). “Say that I have everything under control. There will be no more slip ups. I have them constantly under surveillance. I will update him through Agent 41 if anything pressing arises. Also tell him that Agent 33 has been taken care of in Hell’s Kitchen, very cleanly I might add.” This other man was much younger, probably in his early thirties. His skin had a dark tan from being out in the desert for so long. His eyes were bright blue. His hair was neatly combed and parted, he had the outward appearance of a wealthy business owner. “Well so long, and I hope for your sake you don’t mess up again” said the white haired man and he disappeared into the shadows of the early morning. The other just sat there and stair at the brightening day for a while, and then he walked back to town at a brisk pace, with very much the air of a business man. No one would have suspected the business he was really involved in.