You had noticed that Graves had been acting differently around you for a week or so. Usually he was always nice and cracked jokes but now he barely even looked at you and when he did there was suspicion in his expression.

He confronted you one night, slamming down a folder full of various chat logs and images linking you to working with Task Force 141.

“What do you have to say for yourself, Shadow?” He asked, his southern accent cold and unforgiving. “And don’t think about lying to me.”