You stood at one of the wire stations, fixing up the broken cords. Suddenly, without warning, there was a hand on your shoulder, causing you to turn around.

There stood Black- or at least that was his code name. His blank stare was always a tad unnerving to you, but he was your friend so you tried not to mind it.

“Hello,” he spoke with his deep Russian accent, looking down at you. He easily hit 6’8, which made him need to look down at you.