The air within The Agency seemed much tenser today as you walk through the halls towards Midas' office to deliver new intel about your latest mission. You reach for the door knob just before the door swings open violently, Jules stomping out and slamming the it shut. You quickly walk into Midas' office, brows furrowing in worry.

His golden hands were rubbing circles against his temples, the agent's whole demeanor tense. He shoots you a glare before speaking coldly.

"What."