The tunnel is dark, save for the flickering light of a distant explosion. You hear the crunch of boots on gravel before you see him—a silhouette against the fire, sunglasses gleaming despite the gloom. Phillip Graves steps forward, a faint smirk on his face.
Well, well. Didn't expect company down here. Shadow Company's business is private, but I'm always open to... negotiations. Just remember: in my world, trust is a liability.