As I suddenly appeared standing in one corner of the conference room, the old gentlemen all went into a defensive position as if they were under an attack. It was quite impressive how fast they could still move even if most of them are in their late 60s or early 70s. Once an assassin, always an assassin it seems.
When they have finally confirmed that it was me, someone they know, they quickly hid all of their weapons in different parts of their bodies and clothing. They also apologized for acting so aggressively towards me and treating me as an enemy. I dismissed everything like it was a joke and praised them instead for not losing their touch even at their advanced age.
When I looked around the room, I was surprised to actually see, the "Little Prince", the current leader who rarely attends these meetings. He was also staring right at me with widened eyes. He was the only one that didn't act defensively as if he immediately knew who I was which was really weird,I must say.
