Henry Carter paced the room as he stared at his cell phone each time. He glanced at the wall clock on the wall and wondered why Sniper was not back. He wasn't picking up his call either.
"Death!' He shouted at the top of his voice.
A man walked into the room, his expression calm and collected. "Sir, I couldn't help but notice that you seem a bit... agitated," he said, his voice smooth as silk.
Henry Carter turned to face him, his eyes blazing with anger. "Sniper was supposed to be back by now," he growled. "He's not answering my calls, and I have a feeling that something has gone terribly wrong."
The man nodded sympathetically. "I'll send someone to look for him, sir. In the meantime, perhaps you should consider the possibility that Sniper may have been compromised."
Henry's face tu
