In an unknown location, in a room lit only by the large screen on the wall, were a few people. They looked like shadows, with their appearances indiscernible, whether intentionally or not.
Seven people were seated, facing the front, with an eighth person standing beside the screen on the wall opposite them, slim and obviously male.
The latter spoke, his voice authoritative, not deep, but firm and military-like, still, too low to truly make the familiarity in it recognizable:
"You won't need to find the target, he will come to you. He will strike neither too early, nor too late. He is arrogant, but he has the right to be, because he is the best there is breathing and walking on this planet. So don't go in thinking that you might die. Go in knowing that you… will die."
With an emphasis on the last two words, the man paused, sweeping his gaze over the indifferent assembly, before he continued, his low voice thickening in intensity: