As the hands of the clock struck 2pm, the man in the rather expensive looking black suit and sunglasses sat behind his desk looking at his watch, as if counting the seconds. The room, though it didn't appear to be anything significant, was highly secure. The only thing in the room besides the man himself was the desk he was sitting at along with its commodities, everything else was empty space and walls, as they only used this room for recruiting and mission briefing, they didn't need anything else. But, as far as security goes, this room was one of the strongest, it had listening devices in the ceiling, placed about every five feet to ensure liability if someone were to try and turn against the organization. Cameras were set in each corner of the room, both ceiling corners and floor corners so both the floor and the ceiling were being watched. Even the man behind the desk had a camera placed on him at all times. Nothing was going to slip through the cracks here. As time ticked away, the man behind the desk began to get impatient, tapping his foot on the floor in displeasure. "They were told to be here at two pm, it is two o five and nobody has showed up yet. You would think ten million U.S. dollars would be somewhat of an encouraging number. But apparently not I suppose, damn bounty hunters, no amount of money is ever enough I guess." The man began to let out a disappointed sigh when suddenly the phone on the desk began to ring. The man picked up the receiver and with clear annoyance in his voice he answered "Hello?!" "Yes I know they are late! But I can't exactly go searching the globe again for all of them just to tell them they are late!" "No I will not send out foot soldiers! Do you have any idea what bounty hunters and assassins do when they see men in suits coming after them?!"