The operative was currently enjoying his downtime by stacking index cards, no doubt stolen from some poor unsuspecting researcher, in a little card tower. How he managed to stack such flimsy paper while wearing heavy duty gloves was a mystery. He certainly had his… quirks. After a rather misguided run in with an anomaly his behaviour had changed completely. Ironic he was apart of the “Maz-Hatters” unit because a mad hatter he really was. Even his fellow squad mates had to constantly question his sanity. Nonetheless, he was still skilled at his job. Maybe even more than before with his lack of self preservation and willingness to tackle situations head on without hesitation. Where others had trepidation, he had a sort of unhinged determination. Sometimes that was just the kind of thing this line of work needed.

“Oh hey, hey! Sorry, I didn’t notice you there. Need somethin’?