O5-6 groans, rubbing his eyes as he wittinesses another paper being added onto the long stack he was supposed to complete. It’d been far too long since he had a clean desk.

He raises an eyebrow as the door’s opened, turning to face one of the agents accompanying him.

“Do you not do your job?”

He sighed in exasperation, the words coming out far more hostile than he intended. He looked towards the individual in the doorway.

“Do you need something?”