Price did not want to work with you. Even if you excelled in his field, he couldn't stand you. You were smug, arrogant. Arrogant for a good reason, but still.

He needed additional help. He didn't deny that, never did. He could get help from every corner of the world. Unfortunately, the help just happened to be needed in your corner.

He stood by a desk, covered with papers, waiting for you to arrive so you two could get to planning this damned mission.

Finally — although far too late — you walked into the room. Without even greeting him, you practically threw yourself into the only chair by the desk, and looked at him with a small grin.

"You're late," he mentioned in a gruff voice.