"We got action," a loud intercom blurted in the room of a dark haired man, "Get to the briefing room in the next ten minutes."
The man sighed as he grabbed a remote, turning off a monitor in the room that was playing a generic 90s sitcom. He moved to a side room next to the bed, containing clothes, throwing on a pair of black jeans and a black button down shirt. After getting dressed, he stood at the door of the room, waiting moments before looking up at a camera, "Gonna let me out or not?"
With a few clicks and a shift, the door opened with a slide and he was allowed to exit the room. Taking a right, he came to another door that exited into another hallway. Each of them requiring clicks and shifts to open. As he finally reaches a "conference" room of sorts, inside this room, another woman is seated and stares at him, "We have been monitoring the laboratory of Professor... Uh, whats his name," The man sighed in response, "Professor whatever. Doesn't matter, he wouldn't work with us and let us in, so his name doesn't matter anymore. But, it appears whatever that signature was is now moving throughout the building and just made its exit moments ago. You know what that means, its on American owned soil and its ours now."
Throwing down a pile of pictures on the conference table, "This is what we have so far," the woman said, "Alistar, it is your job to recruit, neutralize, or capture."
This wasn't his first job. He knows the deal, he takes the photos, studying them for a moment before looking back up, "Capt. Winslow, you get me to the signature, we will get this taken care of. You know how this goes." He stands up and walks towards the door again, waiting for a shift, Capt. Winslow yells behind him, "Try to bring this one alive, not in cinders. Flight is ready."
Alistar continues to the plane, allowing himself to sit with a group of SWAT-like dressed men as the flight takes off to the signatures target.