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The line went dead. RJ knew better than to question the protocol.

But there was more to it. In the line of his work, sometimes, it was the jobs that seemed most straightforward that ended up changing everything.

RJ offered a slight smile, a rare sight. "Just doing a job." rj01063038

The extraction was fraught with tension, bullets flying over their heads. RJ protected Dr. Wright with a precision that spoke to years of training.

"Meet me at Club Europa tonight. Come alone." The line went dead

He was once part of an elite special forces unit, undertaking missions that required utmost secrecy and skill. But that was before. Before the loss, before the betrayal. Now, RJ operated in the shadows, taking on jobs that allowed him to utilize his unique set of skills without being tied down by bureaucracy or oversight.

The operation went smoothly. Dr. Wright's lab was secured, the research safely retrieved. But in the shadows, RJ noticed he wasn't the only operative on the job. A rival, perhaps? Someone who also sought the doctor's work. In the line of his work, sometimes, it

RJ nodded. He had worked with Phoenix before. The pay was always good, and the missions were always... complicated.