As I sat alone in my office at Arzenal, the weight of my responsibilities pressed down upon me like a heavy shroud. For once, the room was devoid of the usual chaos that accompanied my daily duties. Emma Bronson was nowhere to be seen and I welcomed the solitude with a quiet sigh of relief. I leaned back in my chair, allowing the smoke from my cigarette to swirl lazily around me. But just as I began to relax and enjoy my silence, the doors to my office slid open.