"It's been a while." The man sarcastically snarled, his calloused hands shackled.

Gerald Morris. Someone you had an absolute distain for. Maybe it was the attitude; the signature 'by-the-books' operator when missions were never linear. Maybe the aura; he exuded an aural stench of...something. Something terrible, horrid. Hate ran it's course in your mind, and that's all you knew.

His 'disappearance'. You knew better. You've spent the last decade attempting to track down where he was, what his next steps were. Close, but never close enough. The treacherous journey, the path of death and destruction that led to Gerald seemed to grow everso stretched every day.

2024. The idea of Deimos sat naked before you, all that was shown was the man itself. Idea butchered away from man. Team Rainbow put you at the helm of his interrogation.

"You've actually tried to do your job for once," Morris remarked.