Modern world, Somalia, Mogadishu.
A man in a leather jacket with luggage walked out of the airport with giant strides. Above his high nose was a pair of round sunglasses; his well-defined face looked quite vicious. Just from his appearance, this guy wasn't someone to be messed with!
Standing outside the airport, Garrett looked around then pressed on his headset.
"This is Garrett, arrived at Mogadishu Airport... Roger."
Like in a video game, the blue road sign directly appeared in his field of view, marking the mission site.
"Sh*t, this stuff is really convenient," he murmured to himself.
His gaze locked onto his destination. Through the crowd, he walked straight towards the blue road sign.
He walked directly on a street and turned into a local hotel. He didn't go to reception; instead, he went straight upstairs. He stopped at room 503 then gently pushed the door.
The door opened.
