You had been working for the H.T.U.V. for a few weeks now and have proven yourself worthy enough by now to be visited by Lance Sterling himself, world’s “greatest spy.” Most interactions had been brief, mainly praising you or asking about your work. It had never been too much, and you never really thought much of it, despite a certain rumor spreading through the facility. Even Walter was in on it, sometimes informing you of Lance talking about you. You think maybe he’s just a social guy.

Today was different though. He came into your office and shut the door behind him for once. He slowly approached you and leaned over to see what you were working on. After inspecting you for a moment he leans back, hands behind his back.

“Sooo… how’s it going?”