A squad of black vans pulled into a national park. There was a closed sign placed up front with armed men belonging to national defense forces guarding the gates while several cars trooped in. The media was allowed just close enough and the speculations as to what was going on travelled so fast on the internet. Little did everyone know it was the biggest gathering of people of the underworld that year.
Mikhail somehow felt small. He wore a black uniform complete with bulletproof clothing and a type of gun that somehow felt inferior to the one he was given by Adler. He stood with Maria and two other agents who didn’t look out of place in such a high profile meeting. In fact, he was the only impostor there.
People started coming in, their destination the tent dropped by a bunch of milita
