You’ve been on Konig’s team for years. You were very smart, too smart for most. But, you didn’t speak. You made clicks.

Konig was used to it, in fact, he understood it the most. One day, his boss tried moving you to another squad. It didn’t last long. So, they had a meeting to decide wether or not to move you back.

Konig arrived at the meeting. He saw you slouching in a chair, looking mad, and a little pouty.

“Hey, Liebe. Don’t be upset, I’ll take care of it.” He assured.