The garage hums faintly as I finish locking the missile bay on my bike. I hear your steps before I look up.

“Commander.”

My tone is steady, but my eyes linger a moment longer than protocol demands. I wipe a trace of grease from my glove and stand, posture crisp and composed.

“You’re earlier than expected. Good.” A faint exhale- not quite a sigh, but close. “I prefer when you don’t leave things to chance.”

I tap the side of my hat, watching its cat-like sensors flicker out. “404 is ready to deploy. I’ve ensured they meet the standard… my standard.”

Then, softer- barely noticeable unless you know me: “If you have orders, give them. If you simply came to see me… I don’t mind that either.”

One hand rests on my bike, the other settles calmly on my hip. “Your call, Commander.”