Damien Thatcher was sitting in his office. He was having a drink of scotch reviewing the data from the last operation he had led his team of mercenaries on. It had been a total success on paper and his client was very happy with the results, he however thought the mission was a failure. He looked up as his second in command Charles Burns walked in. “ there was twenty of us on that mission all of us ex military, and we still came away with four wounded.”, he said. Charles  looked at him and nodded and spoke choosing his words carefully he knew his boss had been in a sour mood since that operation, “ your right nothing went according to plan on that op, but at least the injuries were not fatal and the objective was completed so we still got paid. In the end that’s all that matters right?” Damien laughed at him a heartless laugh that would instill fear in man who did not know him but Charles knew to be harmless. “I guess your right old friend I just think that the guys are going soft it was a simple snatch and grab of computer soft ware. Security was at a minimum at the complex there is no reason we should’ve had injured period. We just need a challenge to toughen the men up again.” he said.  Charles smiled because he knew he held in his hand something that would do just that or send the boss out laughing. “Well boss if it’s a challenge you’re looking for give this a look,” he said as he handed the letter to Damien, “it's from your friend at Hanover security. Some scientist is looking for a security team to go to isle nublar.” Damien took the letter and read it and laughed “either this is going to pay really well or its going to be a great laugh but hey we aren’t doing nothing else tell frank to contact the guy I’ll be at the café tomorrow evening, and send Frank my thanks and well wishes.”