Flash

The flash drive was brought to Langley where it was looked at by none other than Agent Dagger. He did use to work in the Directorate of Digital Innovation after all. Which is why both he and Ayla decide to go to his office which isn't helpful for me since Conroy has an annoying habit of sweeping his office for bugs every time he enters and leaves it.

Making every bug ever placed in there always discovered. Want to know how I know...some of his fellow spies have tried to get some Intel from him out of spite. Told you Agent Dagger doesn't play well with others.

Today isn't about them actually. It's about the mail clerk. A small dashing man by the name of Yoder. He wasn't chosen to be a marine because of his height and the CIA mail office was as close to covert as he ever got. Not that he DOES anything but deliver mail from floor to floor...till today that is.

Yoder is one of mine. Devoted to the cause of chaos he has made it his mission this day, to be a source of distraction. As he rolls his mail cart closer to Agent Dagger's office, which has a wall of glass as a barrier, he stops his cart near Agent Dagger's door and starts his deliveries on the Agent level. For a moment, it's business as usual. Other agents greet Yoder with smiles or grunts as he delivers letters, packages, and one vase of flowers.

Then, there's a blast and Agent Dagger's wall of glass shatters. I smile in glee as I see from the Agent floor's footage the glass wall shattering from the outside of his office. Pelleting Agent Dagger and Cloak with glass shards.

Agent Cloak is faster than Agent Dagger and ducks away quicker. Still, being the team player she is, she pulls Agent Dagger out of his chair as they're both splayed on the floor.

A ruckus errupts as other Agents stand in the doorway to see if they're okay. While others, scan the Agent level with their firearm at the ready. Just as I hope, the blast causes Agent Dagger and Cloak to be brought to the infirmary to get looked at. While my mail clerk has time to pull the flashdrive out from Agent Dagger's laptop before the investigators arrive. Yoder gave a very compelling account of how he was just in the middle of his day, and didn't think to check if his mail cart was rigged. He told them he doesn't know by who.

Yoder would've made a great soldier if he was only given the chance.

Meanwhile, the infirmary footage shows only small scratches on Agent Cloaks neck and hands. She doesn't wince as they rub her hands and neck with alcohol.

Agent Dagger on the other hand does nothing but wince. "Big baby!" exlaims Agent Cloak. "I'm starting not to believe the tortures I've heard you've been through."

"Most of those files are redacted. I remember writing that even though I held out, the whole process still hurt like a bitch." Agent Dagger had more reason to wince than Agent Cloak. Since some glass cut into his forehead, where he was getting some stiches. "Thanks for pulling me away from the blast."

"Don't mention it, partner," replied Agent Cloak. "Next time, I expect you to pull me away from danger. To you know, return the favor."

Let's see how quick Agent Dagger's reflexes really are.