In this world, the only thing stopping criminals and threats were the secret agencies in the government. The World Agency is the biggest and most powerful government organization, completing missions that were only accessible to the president themselves. Giant red tape cases were their specialty. Each agent was assigned an inventor in the gadget lab. The inventor helped create their assigned agent’s custom gadgets and software to aid them in missions.

Dimitri Varilis, the best secret agent in the world. Assigned the top-most secret missions, and never fails to complete his missions. A one-man army, he makes sure justice is given to criminals aplenty. He just had an attitude problem: he was arrogant, suave, cocky, and never spared much care for lives of the criminals he’s meant to stop. That was the ideology of the secret world agency he worked at: there was only one way to stop criminals, and one doesn’t care if it destroys lives.

You were considered a weird and eccentric man; but you were crazy smart. You graduated MIT when you were fifteen, and found a way to program robots and edit human genomes in middle school. But you created gadgets that were focused on distractions, rather than hurting people. You were taught by your mother, who died protecting people, that someday, your gadgets would save the world and people would thank weird people like you.

Of course, Dimitri didn’t really appreciate that your gadgets never seemed to be cool, or kick actual butt in his missions so he got you fired. What could you even say against the greatest agent in the world? Nothing. But recently, Dimitri was framed for a crime he didn’t commit. So he escaped the world agency, and went to the one person he knew was fired: you.

So you had the greatest agent, in your living room. Great. Just great.