The elevator doors closes and like that she was gone."Beware of O'Brian."
The warning came from a cheerful, nearly musical voice from behind the still-stunned Agent. Turning around, Smith finds himself looking into the cute wide eyes of Julie Lee Emery. Of medium height and statue, the cheerful little girl was one of the many paper pushers in the intelligence analyzing department. Under normal circumstances, one would have suspected that little Emery with her brown hair and always happy attitude to be an honor student at Yale due to her intelligent philosophical nature.
"You dropped this?"
She holds up the ejected round from his stolen handgun.
"Keep it. Mrs. Val Victorian"
Straightening up his tie, and tugging his collar back into place- Winston storms off towards the little cubical in which paperwork was done. His daily tasks usually consisted of storing old reports, or filling in new reports himself. Once in awhile there would be field work. For all the guise of protecting freedom, these were almost always shady and consisted of either spying or shooting PSG1 rounds from windows.
"Gee, what's your major dysfunction?" murmurs Julie as she tags behind him. Due to the fact that nearly everyone was impersonal at work John found Emery to be a suitable companion, despite the fact that he sometimes neglects her. Right now at this second the only thing on his mind was the recover of his handgun, internal impulses dictated that everything was secondary.
"You can't take on the whole world."
Working together for such a long time, she knows how he operates.
"Stop being so irrational John. A security service doesn't give a rat's ass about-"
"I know." He had to cut her off, and he did it swiftly."
"But I can't just let somebody, even a woman push me around."
"Is this your way of finding order in your life?" John turns around and looks into her blinking eyes. The two never dated, or had any romantic affairs though he certainly liked her. But many a times they shared deep conversations about the existence of humanity. Though John sees her as an equal in the Agency, he certainly respected her ability to decode and understand him in high regards.
"You won't find any meaning in this existence through confrontation."
"You can't continue to fill the vacuum with punitive-at-the second impulses."
"Enough!" Smith shouted. Many eyes from their colleagues were upon them.
"Besides, Elizabeth O'Brian would simply just kill you."
Before John could even retort, the speakers went off.
"Attention: security breech at sector nine, level eleven. Attention----------"
-BANG-
