The people in the office are gone, Marcus finally has the chance to ask, "Simon, damn it, where are those people from? Are they mercenaries?"
Simon shakes his head and then says, "They're arranged from above, said to be professionals. You've always been in the country, aren't those guys from headquarters?"
"I'm in charge of California, our headquarters is in Virginia! How would I know about this? Where are your people?"
"Undercover, reconnaissance, anyway, they're not around. We were only told to bring them along afterwards."
"Why do I feel like these people won't listen to you?"
"You've got a sharp eye, bro," Simon laments, "They indeed don't listen to me; they belong to someone else – Morgan; they're all under his command."
"Morgan?" Marcus looks pensive, "That name sounds so familiar."
"Quite a few in movies share the name."
"No, no, no." Simon waves his hand, "I feel like I know this person."
At this moment, the door is pushed open.
