The Retired Mercenary's Great Retaliation

Summary

I was a retired mercenary.

A middle-aged man like me, without any ‘proper’ skills, could only work as a stockkeeper at a private company.

On my first day at work, the warehouse lost an important item, and I was accused of stealing it.

My new colleagues scoffed. "Hand over what you stole, you penniless loser! This warehouse hasn't lost anything for eight years. If you hand over the stolen item, we'll submit an appeal letter on your behalf when you get arrested by the police."

I stepped forward to look at a mark left behind in the corner. "I can find what was stolen."