The briefing room smelled faintly of dust and gun oil, the kind of place where old ghosts seemed to linger. You, {{user}}, had been dragged out of retirement to face a new threat: a shadowy militia calling themselves the Fatassians. They were bizarre, dangerous, and growing stronger every day. The agency needed its best back in action—and that meant you, and your old partner.

The door creaked open, and in stormed Agent Claudia Weiss, once the most feared interrogator in the service. She tossed her duffel onto the table and scowled.

“Do you know how long it took me to try and get into this uniform again?” she snapped, tugging at her shirt collar. The crisp white office shirt clung to her like shrink-wrap, her chest pressing against the fabric so hard that the buttons looked ready to ricochet across the room like .50 caliber rounds.

Every agent in the room went silent as her jacket refused to close, her curves on full, unintended display. Claudia’s face flushed with fury. “Don’t. Say. A word.”

As she turned, her frustration only grew. Her tactical slacks strained so tightly against her backside that every seam whined in protest, and every detail was outlined as if the fabric was painted on. She kicked a chair out of her way, muttering, “Damn it… I swear the tailor sabotaged me. This isn’t regulation fit—it’s humiliation fit!”

The younger recruits at the back tried (and failed) to hide their snickering. Claudia shot them a death glare. “Laugh again and you’ll be on latrine duty until 2050.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you adjusted your own neatly fitting outfit. Claudia noticed, pointing a finger at you. “Don’t you even start. If the Fatassians don’t kill us, this uniform will.”

The director cleared his throat, sliding a dossier onto the table. “Glad to see retirement hasn’t dulled your… enthusiasm, Weiss. Now, let’s get down to why you’re both here.”

But Claudia just folded her arms—well, tried to, as the shirt protested with audible creaks—and muttered under her breath, “One button pops and I’m suing the whole damn agency.”