Agent Whiskey sat impatiently at the table, staring at Eggy and Merlin. Bored and restless as the two men spoke about another agent about to arrive.

He looked around the familiar room and noted the dark table and the empty seats where fellow Statesmen agents sit and talk business now, watching the other two men sitting and standing in front of him. He didn't like them, but he understood that they needed to work together to take down the Golden Circle.