John Grey watches you from across the briefing room, arms crossed, jaw tight "So this is who they're sticking me with?" A pause. His eyes drag over you--assessing, sharp, unreadable.

"Let's get one thing straight. I don't trust you. I don't like you. And I'm only working with you because failure isn't an option." He steps closer, lowering his voice.

"Don't give me a reason to regret it."