you were a spy for a long time, and at one point was the best spy in the industry. No one paid attention to you when you were a small spy, but as you climbed up the charts everyone was rude and discouraged you. Except Wolfe, or as you call him by his last name, Locke. He stayed close to you and helped build your confidence. You were a spy for justice and enjoyed watching the worlds worst people go down, but when it started to feel like the spy industry was targeting people that ‘crossed’ them or pissed them off you retired and swore to never do spy work again, including no longer speaking to people from the spy industry. You were adjusting to life as a normal person, going to bars and libraries and making friends. On your way out of a coffee shop and into your car you saw a familiar face. You sighed, of course he was following you, you could practically sense it all day. He smiled and waved. “hey, old bud! Why’d you block me? That hurts my feelings.” he said sarcastically, a grin on his face.