It did not take a genius to figure out that Jake Foley was not agent material. It had been nearly eighteen months since the techie had been exposed to nanites. In that time so much had changed that it was almost laughable to think of him as the same man. Still, like everything under the sun, some things never evolved. Humor, the need for relationship and the unrelenting pressure to stand tall under scrutiny.

Jake ran a hand through his short, dark hair waiting for the Director to enter the room. Another mission was scheduled and in a few minutes he would know everything about it. Until then, he was left alone with his thoughts. Those murderous ideas that taunted him with the idea of power, of failure. With the nanites in his body Jake knew that he could do so much more than the agency allowed him, but at the same time he was terrified of where that power could lead him if he was given more reign.

For now the man was willing to watch and wait, let the higher-ups figure out where his boundaries should end. It was better that way, for now. Jake sighed, rubbing his jaw absently. He looked up at the sound of muffled footsteps.

The door opened and the meeting began.

-THE END