In a dimly lit room, a figure was sitting. The faint smoke of a cigarette was illuminated by the small amount of artificial light. The figure removed the cigarette from his mouth and set it in the ash tray, whilst leaning forward. Without a knock, another man entered the room, wearing a suit. He held a file in his hand and obviously wanted to speak to the man at the desk.
"Sir, there has been a report of an….incident" he spoke cautiously. The man sighed, leaning forward more, revealing an old tired face.
"What kind of incident"? he asked. The man holding the file shifted uneasily. "A Titan, by the name of Raven has been wounded."
The elderly man at the desk sighed, he knew the Titans, he had connections with them. One Titan injured never sounded good, they were metahumans after all. Before he could ask how she was wounded, the man answered for him.
"She was shot by an unknown assailant, she is currently in the hospital but the damage is minor at best". He finished. The elderly man was surprised. `Shot? Well, if someone is after her then we need to ensure she stays alive`. He thought.
"Alright, to ensure the safety and well-being of Raven, we will send Overwatch to watch over Raven until the assailant is found". The elderly man finished. The plan seemed fine to him, but to the man in front of him, he was confused. "Umm 'Overwatch` Sir? I've never heard of this person". The elderly man leaned back in his chair.
"That's because he's Black Ops, Classified son, no one has any Intel on him besides Uncle Sam". He reached for a phone next to him.
"Shirley, get me Overwatch here on the double, and tell him to bring me a coffee. Which one? Black." He hung up the phone and gestured for the man to leave.