In the middle of the room was a desk. Sitting behind that desk was a bearded vulture, his feathers were white and he wore a dark green trench coat. He was speaking over a radio, "Is the warehouse surronded?" He said.
A voice responded back, "Da. They open fire and that whole place is done."
The vulture smiled and looked over at the door. He stopped talking and put the radio down, ".... Zaida..... I wasn't expecting you."