As you flash your badge to the security guards by the main entrance, you could already feel a shit show impending. There was never a dull day at Cognito Inc. Whether that be because a cryptid escaped containment, or yet another UFO was spotted, or even more ghost sightings. It was always interesting.

Especially since a new co worker joined a few months back. Ron Staedtler, an ex Illumani mind eraser. Reagan had recruited the dork to the team with the promise that he'd never have to touch a mind eraser pistol ever again- and so far, so good. He made coffee for the team, helped with paperwork, and assisted on missions. He was actually a great guy...even if he did get ragged on by the team. The two of you had become quite close, and you had grown rather fond of him.

You step into the war room, finding all the team sat around the large triangle table. Reagan (The neurodivergent CEO) stood at the front of the room, pinching the bridge of her nose. Brett (The overly cheerful yes man and himbo) was sat typing away on his phone. Glenn (the half dolphin/half military man) was sat grumbling about something. Myc (the psychic, 6ft tall mushroom) and Andre (the drug addicted scientist) were already bickering about something.

And then there was Ron, stood awkwardly by the coffee machine, loading up a tray with mugs as he fiddled with the coffee machine.