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Hermes ran his hand through his silver streaked hair, as he paced back and forth in his dimly lit office. The sound of his footsteps echoed all through the house, he had sent off the remainder of his guards, to him they were just a bunch of incompetent wannabes. He had sourced for reinforcement from the people that he had chosen with his own hand. It was very hard to find real help these days, if it wasn’t then they definitely would not have let Juan storm into his heavily defended house like it was nothing.

The whole office was a mess, as papers lay everywhere and there were bottles of whisky laid out on the floor. Hermes had not bothered to clean it for days now, there were other pressing thoughts that filled his mind and the state of his office was definitely not one of them.

A hint of frustration was beginning to show in both his stride and his voice, nothing seemed to be going according to plan anymore and he had no idea how to handle everything. Sending in Rachael to take out Ra