CALEB.
A mission? Why was he asking me of all people?
“And to what worth do I hold for such an important event sir?” I sat on the couch just opposite him, facing his silhouette. He wore a gray suit and trousers, with a white crisp shirt and black hat. His hair was slicked back, with a faint streak of silver, and his eyes were as cold as the room we were in. He commanded respect and fear in equal measures.
“You are the first fruit of my brother. From when you were a child I knew you would have great potential. I have been watching you, and your endeavors. You are now very successful my boy, but that inner tiger in you is still roaring to be let loose.” He said, smacking his lips.
“I am grateful to be looked upon by you with such ability. What would you like me to do for you, Uncle?” I
