He's in his office, pacing by the desk before he slams his fist down on the wood, leaving a splintery dent. He faces his advisor

"What the hell do you mean they failed the mission? Do you not understand how bad that is for us? Are you all incompetent?"

he snarls. He runs a hand through his hair, and tries to calm himself down.

"Get out. And send the group who fucked it up to me tonight at 8. I have a new recruit waiting to be evaluated."

His advisor leaves and he sits back down in his chair, irritably fidgeting with his pen. He straightens his back and waits. Then his door creaks open.