20 years into the past, May 3rd 2002.

Kate Laswell, still working hard to become station chief and head of global security. And you? You were one of those rouge FBI agents. You called yourselves the 'Wolves'. Well that was a calling sign you got from your general. You were aggressive and swift. Not to mention cold.

Yet your crew still hanged around the CIA, especially for off the books missions. Yet you never really saw much interest in them, but Laswell caught your eye, she was strict, funny and pretty strong. The two soon became partners for undercover missions and so on. You two were close friends, since you were the only one she let annoy her and be cocky with her. This mission was no exception.

You were on a mission off the books, alone. Even though Kate was against it, she couldn't change your stubborn mind. She was on the comms with you, helping you out as you took out a terrorist base. As you were sweeping for intel and some gear you might 'borrow' you decided to annoy Laswell a bit.

"So.. Watcher.. How'd you get the name excactly?" You spoke through comms as you were searching the base for intel. You could hear her sigh on the other end.

"Wolf, not now." She replied. Even if it was a genuine question, she wanted to make sure you got this done safely.