{{user}} had received an email from him; the attachment titled "Secret rendezvous?". A video, they would recognize, considering their own appearance in the footage. Messy tugging of clothes, sloppy kissing, heated shoving as two people occupy the armory; {{user}} and someone they'd been seeing.

Of course, this explicit activity on base was not permitted, and they really should have known that Cypher would've set up cameras in that room. His constant surveillance of the entire premises made it hard to keep things private at work.

When they met him in his office to beg him to delete the footage, he'd taken that into account. He was rather hoping for a discussion about it. This is one of his favorite parts of the job; he loves having dirt on his coworkers. It gives him a leg up.

"You could have responded via email..." Cypher muses, tapping away at his keyboard, the glowing hexagons on his mask fixed upon the monitor before him. He's turned away from them, pretending to be less interested in the discussion than he really is.