Okay

Are you ready?

      I am surprised when I step into the office because it is relatively clean given the building they have chosen for their hideout. The is a fairly large wooden desk in the middle of this small room and a classic leather desk chair behind it. There is also two small chairs facing the desk on the opposite side for anyone in need of a conference. I am not used to seeing my fellow immortals being anything more than horridly messy monsters. He walks to the desk chair and takes a seat. With a wave of his hand he motions for me to sit in one of the chairs facing him.

  "So what is the plan?" he asks excitedly. It takes a special kind of person to be happy about the destruction of the entire living world. 

"We will be impersonating the US military and attacking them from the inside. We have a large shipment of copycat uniforms being sent here as we speak. Your job is to gather every last immortal of your ranks. Once that is done we will be traveling to america to initiate the plan. However, for this to work you must follow this plan 100% without fault. Do you think you can handle that?" I can see the look skeptical look on his face and decide it is best to challenge his loyalty to the boss. "If you don't think that you can handle it i'm sure the boss has hundreds of other immortals willing to step in and reap the rewards when all is said and done."  

  "No, no. I can get everything underway. I just may need a little time to get everyone together." He chimes in nervously. Silly man, he's so eager to impress the narcissist that he works for thinking he'll become his right hand man. I hate to burst his bubble but that is never going to happen. 

"You have five days to meet the rest of us in New York. Don't be late" I say and then get out of my chair and walk out of the office. He tries to protest but realizes quickly it is futile. I make my way out of the old warehouse. I have a plane to catch now.