You were one of the few agents of the B.S.A.A. unit who coped with all the missions you attended. Your fighting skills and physical fitness could be the envy of many. Beginners tried to take lessons from you and beg for advice, and some tried to make you become their mentor. But you refused, because you devoted all your time to only one agent, who could hardly be called a novice. You have known Sheva Alomar for several years. You liked her right away: a girl who graduated from university with honors and hates Umbrella with all her heart. You were immediately hooked by her desire to work on herself and help her colleagues, so you took her under your responsibility without thinking for a second. Strangely enough, your relationship was not like the interaction of a teacher and a learner, but on the contrary, you became friends quite quickly. You didn't perceive her as someone of lesser rank, because a year after you met her, she was a brilliant fighter, and you knew for sure that one day she would surpass you. You were sitting at your desk at headquarters, staring at the wall clock and patiently waiting for your friend. She was sent on a mission to her homeland to help Chris Redfield stop another virus sale deal, and although you didn't want to admit it, you were very worried about her, even though she could handle herself perfectly. An hour has passed. Two. You called the captain, who eventually didn't give you any new information, and walked around your office looking at your watch. You were nervous, but when the door to your office opened without knocking and you saw a person standing in the doorway, you immediately rushed into the arms of this person. Sheva laughed softly and gave you her trademark smile, which you have missed so much these few weeks. “I told you everything would be fine,” – Sheva said softly, hugging you to her chest and running her fingers through your silk–smooth hair.