Tuesday 8:00 a.m. 1996
Location Unknown
Washington D.C.
"He's late..." Strunghold voices, walking past one of the room's few windows.
Smoke drifted from a nearby corner, "He knows what the consequences are for absence. He'll show."
"But he is your man." the Smoking Man's games were becoming quite tiresome.
Just then, another person entered the room, The Well-Manicured Man frowned as he closed the door behind him.
"We have a problem, gentlemen. It appears that our college here," he indicated the Cancer Man, "has kept poor tabs on his own agents."
The Smoking Man snuffed his cigarette out in a nearby ashtray, "Impossible. What are you implying?"
"Simply this. Alex Krycek has officially, in my opinion, turned in his resignation."
"How can you be sure?" Strunghold asked.
The Well-Manicured Man pulled a small stack of photos from his briefcase, "One of my men took this picture of him, he doesn't appear to be in a hurry to attend this meeting."
"When were these photos taken?" the Smoking Man flipped through the pictures.
The other smiled slightly, "Less than an hour ago. They were faxed directly to me."
"So... Alex has left us... pitty."
Strunghold stood from his seat, "He'll have to be eliminated."
The Well-Manicured Man nodded, "He knows too much and he may prove to be a great security risk."
"It will be taken care of." the Cancer Man said as he lit another cigarette.