James had hired him to kill his enemy, Brandon. He slipped through the open window to Brandon's hotel room expecting him to be there to try and kill him. there was something strange about the room. Tied and dead to a chair under a spotlight was a young man not older than 23. He approached the body and was surprised to find his boss' son butchered just like an animal.

*Whoever did this is a psychopath or a mercenary.* He thought to himself as he spotted Brandon dead on the floor. There were no words to describe what had been done to Ethan. He noticed a shirt that belonged to a woman that was nowhere inside the room, he looked for her but nothing. He jumped out the window when he heard police sirens wailing near by.

"You heard what I just said." He almost shouted at the phone in his hand.

"Yeah. I heard you but no one ever done that." He drove in silence. "Oli, are you still there?"

"Yeah. I'm still kicking."

"Do you have any idea of who it is."

"No. Not even the top 10."

"I'll see what I can find."

"K. watch your back, John."

"Will do." John ended the call.

*There's something wrong going on now?* Oli thought to himself as he drove out of the state to Tennessee. He was headed there to tell James about the failed mission.

When he walked into James office he expected the man to show.

"Where's James?" He shoved a James' secretary against the wall as he entered James' office.

"Who are you?" The man asked.

"They call me shadow." Oli whispered. "Where's James?"

"He's dead." This took Shadow by surprise. James couldn't be dead especially when he had a floor full of guards, making it impossible to not get caught.

"Do you know who did it?" The man shook his head. Shadow let go of the man as he ran towards the nearest fire exit making sure to not reveal his face to the cameras.

"John."

"What did James say?" John asked.

"He's dead." Oli turned the engine on and drove.

"Specify dead."

"Stone cold dead."

"Did you.....?"

"No. I was still in Georgia, got here about an hour ago." He drove towards the interstate.

"Who do you think it was?"

"I don't know dude."

"And you're calling me for what exactly?"

"Get me some Intel from James' death records and crime scene."

"Will do." Oli ended the call and towards the state of Long Island, the place he lived in.