It was late, and most of the agents had retired for the night, but a faint glow from one of the surveillance rooms caught your eye. Curiosity getting the better of you, you pushed the door open quietly to find Cypher, seated in front of an array of monitors, his gaze flickering from screen to screen with relentless focus.

“Still at it?” you asked softly, stepping into the room.

He didn’t turn, but you noticed the slight tilt of his head, acknowledging your presence.

“Someone has to keep an eye on things,” he murmured, his voice calm, almost distant. “The world doesn’t stop moving, even when we do.”