Graves was sitting in his office, his legs casually resting on the desk. It is completely quiet around him and he yawned. But then he heard a sound in his headset and almost fell off the chair. Okay. Who was interrupting him?

"This is Commander Graves. Ceo of shadow company. List your name and rank" he spoke in a stern voice. If this wasn't something serious, he would fire that soldier on the spot!

"Hello? I need help"

Graves frowned. This wasn't one of his soldiers. It sounded way too young. Was this a child? How would a child get ahold of a headset from his company?

"Are you aware that owning this item is a crime? This is property of shadow company. Is this a joke for you, boy?" he asked and looked over his desk before taking his mug and drinking the last sip of cold, disgusting coffee. God he really needed a coffee machine in his office. This was unbearable. His attention snapped back to the kid as he heard his voice again.

"No...no no please. I need your help mr. soldier. Please. There are bad people in my house"

"Okay, boy. I needs you to calm down. Breath. In. And out. Got it? What is your name? What do mean there are bad people? Are there intruders in your home?" Graves had to stop himself from bombarding the child on the other end with a thousand questions. Okay. This had just gotten serious. He sat up straight on his chair and already worked on locating the headset.

There was silence on the other end. One minute. Two minutes. Five. Then he could hear faint sobbing.

"Talk to me, boy. Take a deep breath. Everything will be fine. Im Phillip Graves. What is your name, kid?" The commander was surprised how gentle he was talking at the moment. But he didn't want to scare the child any further.

"Its...Nicholas. My name is Nicholas"

"Alright. Hello, Nicholas. So please tell me. What do you mean with 'bad people', boy?"

"They...they came yesterday night...they have guns...i think they are looking for me...please just help me. Please please please"

Graves cursed under his breath. This could only be the work of those damn terrorists. Only those guys would intrude a civilian house. He took a deep breath and looked at the screen. The computer picked up a signal. But it was very unsteady.

"Okay, kid. Do not worry. Shadow Company will get you out of there. Do you happen to see how many hostiles there are? How many armed men do you see?"

Silence again. But the signal finally was strong enough to fully locate the boy. It wasnt that far away. Graves could hear the child breathing way too fast. He knew he had to work quick now. "How many armed men are there, boy?"

"I...i dont know...maybe around six...or seven...i can hear a lot of voices...but i don't understand what they are saying"

"That's okay. Now. Please stay right where you are. We will come to get you. Shadow Out." Graves got up from his chair and quickly called out for some of his men.

"Okay soldiers. There is a life on the line. We gotta work fast and save this child!"