A little agreement

I've been contacted by someone with a rather interesting offer. It turns out the right people found out about my little excursion to Russia. Someone called "Mr. Stone" has offered a "job" testing new advanced weaponry for the militairy, or, serve as a target for other people testing the weapons on me. How could I turn that down, after all the fun I had with the old-fashioned bombs and torpedoes in the old submarine base?

So, Mr. Stone, expect a little visit from me any day now.