In his eternally tidy office, SAC Johnson stood behind his desk filling a fresh cup with an equally fresh and aromatic scented coffee. It was still early in the morning, just touch 8am, but he fully expected each and every Agent to be at their desk preparing for a new day of work.
Barring those Agents who he had already... given leave, of course.
Jaegar would have no such problems, and SAC Johnson had sent word that the younger Agent should arrived promptly at his office, the moment his feet touch the threshold of the DHS: Geo building.
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