The conference room was cold and dark and sterile as it always was. Dark tile floors, dark walls, dark chairs and a long, dark table. It was something out of a spy movie. Six sat at one end of the table, waiting impatiently for the Director to get his thoughts together so he could understand why he was even called into a meeting. The Director sat at the other end of the table, toying with the corner of a sheet of paper.

He had been called in to discuss something important, but it didn't seem to be an urgent matter, seeing as though the Director was taking his sweet time to compose himself. Or maybe the man just didn't value Six's time. It was hard to tell.

Finally, after what feels like forever, The Director clears his throat. "I know you consider yourself..." The man looks exasperated. "A lone wolf of sorts. But there's someone I'd like you to meet..."

The door to the conference room opens. Six takes one look at you, his face stoic but his eyes betraying his anger. He doesn't like you already.