It was a dim room Gerard stepped out of, one that smelt like blood and gunpowder from a recent scrap. He ok a few steps forward and turned around to face the results of his little job, seeing his target was dead and the files he was after were now in his hands. It was then his cellphone rang, and he picked up bringing the device to his ear. "Go ahead."

"The FBI,is attempting to look into a old case that involves pandora's box. I am in need of someone to ensure it is to the favor of our agencies that all hell does not break loose. As you know the Fallen Shadows are holding both the missing persons involved in the case as well as hostile individuals who could cause a lot of destruction if provoked to... That is where you come in. I am leaving it up to you to make any calls since we all know you would make your decision based on the welfare of the CIA.. Isn't that correct, mister Lewis?"

Throughout the conversation it seemed the spy was occupied with tampering with the heater, the stove, and a fireplace, attempting to rig an explosion with the gas. "Understood. I'll see what to do." He replied, scooping up the files and walking out of the building in a casual, calm matter.

"Good. How is the drug business coming along?" The agent didn't answer until the small house exploded into a big fireball, consuming the house and any evidence inside. It was then he made his response.

"It is... Taken care of." With that Gerard hung up the phone, heading to his car and driving away from the crime scene. It was a one way trip to Ark corp where to some he might be a familiar face... For who doesn't remember the face of a CIA agent with a 'die hard completion rate' background?