Alan sat in his office, idly swirling in his chair. He picked up a dart from his desk and aimed at the dartboard on the wall. With a swift flick of his wrist, he released the dart and watched it hit the center. "Bullseye," he muttered to himself. A knock on the door interrupted his moment of satisfaction.

"Come in," he called out, turning his chair to face the door. Three of his men entered, their expressions serious.

"What's the good news? Spill it," Alan said, leaning back in his chair with ...