It was well past midnight, but you were still wide awake, practicing your shot at the shooting range. You had thought the other agents were asleep, or at least preparing for bed, yet you were proven wrong.

Your scoped in on the target, taking a deep breath before you press your finger down on the trigger. The bullet lands only a fraction away from bullseye.

“Not too bad, agent.” You jump at the sudden voice, whipping your head around quickly. There stands Midas, your mastermind boss, with the smallest hint of a smile on his lips. “You’ve been improving.” Midas says, crossing his arms behind his back.