Harry Crosby was an easy-going guy for the most part. He was sociable, likeable—and the complete and utter opposite of you.

You were a hardass intelligence officer, there was no sugarcoating it. You were no-nonsense, rough around the edges—a hardass, through and through.

Yet, the two of you were like two peas in a pod. Harry talked, and you listened. That’s just how it was.

“Hey!” You heard, and a clambering towards you in your office. You sighed. You knew who it was. Crosby.