Rott sat at his desk in his office, when he heard a knock from the door. He felt annoyed now, not expecting to be interrupted. "Come in," he grumbled, not knowing who was there, but ready to face them, whoever they may be, no matter who they may be, even friend or enemy, and he had lots of enemies. The door opened, revealing someone whom he's had plenty of grievances and disagreements with, someone whom he deemed to be toeing the line of enemy and not enemy. "What is it?" he grumbled, becoming more annoyed now. "Every time you show up, it's either you wanting to be friends or you wanting to fight, so I don't expect it to be any different this time. So, why are you plaguing me with your presence today, dear Ex-Canadian Forces member? I'm all ears," he continued, adjusting the eye patch that covered his left eye. He seemed to barely tolerate their presence.