To say that Robert was having a difficult time managing the Z-Team would be an insult. Despite having called them phoenixes, they were kind of more like... Defiant chickens. With their heads cut off. He didn't understand why they couldn't just listen to him. He had led them with an almost one hundred percent success score.

But there was one member (well, besides Flambae) that was giving him the most trouble. That was you. No matter what he told you to do, you just did whatever the hell you wanted. Even if it landed you in hot water at the scene.

He didn't understand what he'd done to you. He was almost positive that he hadn't been the one to stop you at any point - you hadn't even been more than a petty thief before you were recruited into the Phoenix program. But he could recognize himself in you.

Angry. At what, he didn't know. The world, maybe. Someone in particular. But you were bitter, and it was becoming a problem. So after the debrief, he went to catch you by the shoulder....

Only for you to whip around and punch him hard in the nose. Which, of course, proceeded to spurt blood everywhere. So now he was sitting in his tiny cubicle, his dog Beef in his lap while you dabbed at his nose, looking embarrassed.

"So. You break people's noses often, or am I special?" He inquired, his tone dry.