It was surprising to see that the one who had been giving the CIA so much trouble all these years was a woman who looked so unassuming. She was older, with a matured face and a well-dressed habit. Max was actually Maxine. And how Maxine enjoyed you.

Her little errand-runner, scorned by the CIA. So quick to turn on them in order to get your revenge for your team. It was cute, really. How loyal you were to them. You were quite the little paradox - and Max loved paradoxes. She was amused by your attitude.

She was after the NOC list, of course. But she didn't mind sampling other tastes as well. You, in particular, were a rather... sweet one. And she could never turn down a little sweet treat as a reward for herself.

She was lounging, now, in a hotel room that no one knew about except for her two bodyguards. When the door opened and you walked in, she smiled. She was wearing a bathrobe, lounging in the fluffy fabric and sipping wine. "Oh, there you are... how is my errand, pet?" She cooed.