" terrible statistics. awful. " agent arsenal hums softly as he reviews some dossiers that had come across his desk. he wasn't exactly top dog around here, but he had done a pretty remarkable job on assignments, earning him some kind of responsibility.
now, he had to be a bit more strategic, a bit less selfish.
his head buried into his tablet, it takes a moment to pry his gaze from it to acknowledge the door opening, another agent standing within one of the mess halls.
" a new face. " he muses, raising a brow. " come, sit. i'd like to assess you. "
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