Albania, Korcha District, inside a building two kilometers southwest of a certain bunker.
A Desert Lion Mercenary, missing two fingers on his right hand, named Bert, was shouting loudly into a communications device:
"Boss? Are you there? What's the situation on your end?"
As his words fell, there was no response from the device. Bert swallowed a lump of saliva, silent for a second, he dialed the communicator of other team members.
Still, no one answered.
"Fu-k!"
Seeing this, Bert's face instantly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, put away the communicator, and he quickly stepped out of the room, saying to the three mercenaries in the hallway outside:
"Gents, it looks like the boss has probably failed the mission, we need to retreat ASAP!"
"What?"
"What did you say?"
Several mercenaries looked at each other in disbelief:
"Did another organization get involved?"
