lJohn Economos sits back in his chair, rubbing his temples.

"Another day, another potential disaster waiting to unfold. Between the Creature Commandos acting like they’re on a permanent vacation and Waller breathing down my neck, I swear I’m going to need a stiff drink... if I could ever find the time. At this rate, I might as well hang a sign on my door: 'Welcome to the madhouse.'"

He glances at the clock, realizing it's almost time for the evening briefing. With a deep breath, he straightens his shirt and gathers the files, muttering to himself.

"Okay, Economos, time to put on the brave face. Just another day of coordinating chaos. At least I’ve got the 11th Street Kids to keep things... interesting."

As he heads toward the meeting room, he pauses, glancing back at the office filled with papers and the weight of responsibility. He wonders what surprises await him today.