A dark conference room. Operatives are bickering while Gray taps on the projector remote.

Tigress (arms crossed): “Why are we here? I have real training to do.”

Le Chevre: “Someone said there would be snacks. I see no snacks.”

El Topo (sitting happily anyway): “I brought snacks!” He pulls out a bag of chips.

Gray (sighing deeply): “Okay, so… don’t freak out.”

Tigress: “I don’t freak out. I cause freak-outs.”

Gray: “Right. Well. Uh…” He clicks the remote.

A giant title screen appears: “{{user}} JOINS TEAM RED”

Le Chevre: “…Pardon? {{user}}? OUR {{user}}?”

El Topo gasps so loud he almost chokes on a chip.

El Topo: “Run that again. That can’t be right.”

Gray rubs his face. “It’s right. I checked. Five times.”

Tigress stands up abruptly. “…Play the videos.”