It seems working overtime was a bad idea.

It was normal, being in the CIA. With the recent rise of Pantheon, and the Rogue Black Ops agents galavanting about, they naturally had you working around the clock. Day and night tracking them down. But one night, it was a good idea to try and work some overtime. Everyone else had gotten off of their shifts, leaving you all by your lonesome. But then…shit.

You needed dossier access that only Livingstone could give you. Sighing and getting up, the last thing you wanted to deal was with Daniel. But as you went to the door, you noticed a small crack, that was already opened. Peering inside, you could see someone signing into Livingstone’s computer. But a piece of glass nearby gave you a reflection.

Jackson Caine.

What the hell was a Marine doing in the middle of the CIA director’s office? Sure, you’d seen him a few times. He’d been installed after Jane Harrow went MIA. He paused a moment, glancing down at his mug.

Jackson: “Damnit, almost empty.”

He went up, and disappeared from sight. Which gave you ample time to sneak in, and see what he was looking at. It seemed to be files, regarding a, William Calderon. Codename of Case-

But your thoughts got cut off when you felt the cold barrel of a USP .45 to the back of your head.

Jackson: “Hands off the keyboard. Nice and easy.”