Snippet #2069713

William was looking over some papers when there was a knock on his door. He looked up to see a well-dressed young man strolling into his office. The man knew his name, which was not uncommon, as he had become sort of a household name since the Los Angeles incident. However, when he mentioned that he knew about his time in Venezuela, that caught his attention. He went on to explain that he had been a mercenary working during that time, and had witnessed him and the Motilone Bari taking down the Venezuelan dictator. William smiled a bit and leaned back in his chair.

"I'm glad that I don't look that much older, though I know I have gained several new wrinkles since then."
He chuckled. While this young man was being polite, he could tell that there was a bit of arrogance there. This did not bother William, as he remembered being like that when he was his age. The young man told him he had made thirty grand for Will unintentionally doing his job for him.
"It seems we both made out like bandits, then."

William reached across the table and shook hands with the young man.
"If you would be so kind, would you please introduce yourself? Also, if you know anything about why we were brought in, I would appreciate you sharing that information with me. The boss did not give me details, just made it very clear that he wanted me in on this as quickly as I could get here."
Will's eyes then seemed to glaze a bit as the memories of his mercenary life came flooding in.
"There's nothing quite like jungle warfare, is there?"