Mission Safe Zone, September 1st 2012, the Essential Supplies Warehouse.
Alexander Corrone reported for work early. His shift began at seven
thirty in the morning, but he was there by seven. He was the boss of one
of the two warehouse crews for Essential Supplies, the day shift, and he
ran his crew efficiently and well. He was lean and dark haired, just
slightly greying. His features were blunt and forgettable, and he
blended into a crowd easily, unless he spoke. His age could have been
anything from thirty to fifty.
Alexander stood outside the warehouse in the warm morning sunlight and
greeted his team as they arrived. He knew them all by name, knew the
names of their families if they had any, and knew their cares and
worries. He was considered a great boss by everyone on the crew. He was
known as a leader and a team player. His team thought he liked them, and
genuinely cared about their lives and problems.
It was all a lie.