The Grey Man (2012)

I met the Grey Man; The ambassador with a suitcase full of ashes.
He took notice of my monotonous revolt.
A trail of bodies to show.
“Just one more anomalous man in the way,
just a man in a suit.” I think.
I pull the pin with a grimace, but nothing happens.
The Grey Man looks at the grenade, smirking at the very notion.
Cascading black-blue eyes; he crawls into my cortex with a proposition:
Work for him, or join the scorched dust in his suitcase.
Bewildered, I step through his door into unforeseen consequences.
I wake up years later on a train to a city I do not know, with nothing but a frag and a name.
Who am I working for?