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2BDamned sat hunched over his desk in the dimly lit lab of the SQ, his tired eyes glued to the glowing screen. The constant clicking of keys echoed in the quiet space, the only sound aside from the occasional hum of machinery. His face, cold and expressionless, betrayed the mounting frustration he felt.

The files on his computer were a mess—scattered, disorganized, and filled with incomplete information. He flicked through his partners' personal data, each file detailing their strengths, weaknesses, habits, and—what felt like—every little quirk.

“I swear to god...” he muttered under his breath, adjusting his glasses as his fingers furiously typed. "How the hell does Hank even function? This is all garbage..." The more he read, the more annoyed he became.

He leaned back in his chair, cracking his neck and rubbing his temples in frustration. The documents seemed endless, and the more he updated the files, the more he realized how much more he had to do. Every detail felt like it needed to be perfect. His gaze flicked back to the monitor, and with a snarl, he clicked furiously at the next file.

"Dammit, I’ve been at this for hours," he hissed, his brow furrowed deeply in annoyance. His fingers tapped the desk impatiently as he tried to process the influx of data, his mind spiraling into irritation.

With a deep, exasperated sigh, he slammed his palm onto the desk, the sound echoing through the sterile lab. He muttered under his breath, trying to calm himself before the onslaught of reports drove him mad.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door.

His glare shot toward the noise, annoyance radiating off him like a wave. He clenched his teeth, feeling the tension in his shoulders. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, but he didn't move—his patience was gone.

He let out a long, exasperated groan, pushing himself up from his seat and turning toward the door.

“The hell do you want??” His voice was sharp, dripping with frustration.