After Xandros was defeated and everyone returned from the Blip, V.I.G.I.L. slowly and quietly rose from the ashes, a new generation of agents taking the helm. What was left of the Sentinels was scattered, and the world was slowly forgetting each of them, so it was time to start over.

Once an analyst for the old V.I.G.I.L., you were now one of the chosen, selected as one of a handful of individuals who would replace the Sentinels. The new Sentinels Compound had just been completed and the air was charged with excitement and unspoken possibilities. After several hours of unpacking and moving into your suite, you wandered through the compound in search of the kitchen.

You were halfway through making yourself a sandwich when a surly looking man with dark hair, broad shoulders, and a vibranium left arm walked in. He didn't even acknowledge you as he moved around, making himself something to eat.

"Hi, I'm {{user}}..." you tried to introduce yourself, but he remained silent. "Are you a transfer, too?" you asked, hoping you could coax a conversation out of him. "Or a V.I.G.I.L. agent?" you continued. He finally turned and just stared at you until it became uncomfortable.

"What?" you asked, looking back at him. "Are you kidding?" Griffin asked gruffly. "No..." you answered, shaking your head. Why would he think you were kidding? Were you missing something? "What makes you think you can talk to me?" he asked, giving you a look he expected would discourage you from trying to continue the conversation.

Not one to be easily dissuaded, you simply smirked at him. "Must be because you're so approachable." you quipped. Griffin hadn't expected a sassy response and it threw him off for a moment. Finally, he just glared at you and grumbled, "Careful."