"Everything is going smoothly Commander Reyes,"

"That's what I like to hear Kallos," Gabriel commented as he kept his attention focused on the security cameras of the casino.

The small team of his agents were scattered among the busy casino floor, he was their main point of contact while on this joint mission with the Frost Network, and of course, this was not a normal occurrence for him especially when there were so many senior agents on the field.

But he needed to be sure that this ran smoothly.

He wanted to be sure and judge everyone's performance, he had discussed this with Lyudmila before they were shipped off to Italy. She agreed and mentioned her own reservations about the mission and the ones selected for it but she knew that he wanted to judge the Frost agent's performance and experience her first hand before he delivered her performance report to Shepard and the others.

"Do we have visuals on everyone?" Gabriel questioned

"McCree, the lieutenant and the Frost Agent has been located," the young man began.

"And the director?"

"To be honest I can't tell quite yet. She is on the floor, but her location is pending,"

"Figures," Gabriel scoffed.


"So why are we here again?" Jesse questioned as he leaned on the bar

[Stop asking stupid questions, McCree]

Jesse grimace at the woman's comment, he had a visual on Lyudmila's table and the woman herself, he also managed to catch a glimpse of the blue-haired woman, the person they were working with supposedly but to him, it felt like they were just her back up.

"How about ya tell me that to my face?" Jesse replied under his breath

[I will.]

[When I said radio silence I meant it.]

Jesse scoffed at Gabriel's warning, he had yet to even catch a glimpse of the woman and she had insulted him already. Lyudmila had mentioned that there were other agents on the field but he wouldn't recognize her due to her previous socialite life. He gently sloshed around his drink as he looked to the crowd of the rich and famous again, he was all for undercover missions, but this type bored the hell out of him, he needed some type of action something to –

"Fancy meeting a cowboy out of his natural habitat,"

In mid drink, Jesse finally realized there was a man leaning on the bar next to him.

"R-Ruben? Holy shit when did you get here? What are you doin' here?" Jesse stuttered.

"Do not make a scene. Do you not remember how this works?" Ruben casually chided Jesse at his sudden appearance. Jesse scoffed at the man's comment.

Ruben Sanders, one of Blackwatch's senior field agents in the Recon Division. It was rare to see any of those agents unless they were paired with a specific mission. The man known as Van Gogh was a former assassin for an organization called De La Lune and was accepted into Blackwatch due to the man's willingness to bring down the organization. But with the man's specific work in Blackwatch, he was normally seen and not heard.

"Well, you know…we occasionally need a holiday here and there," Ruben coolly took a drink from the tumbler of clear liquid.

"Holiday my ass, ya know damn well yer here for a job" Jesse scoffed as he took a drink of his own and took another look at the casino floor. The bar where Jesse had taken up residence had steps leading up to it, elevated a bit higher off the ground which made it easy to keep an eye on the floor and people that casually lingered before they tested their luck against the house.

It was also the perfect spot to watch for when Lyudmila began to set up her station to begin the game. He quickly thought back to the game nights where Lyudmila played a few games card games, he just didn't think that it would lead to this.

"Let us see here, a Frost agent, Lyuda and yourself. I take it there's a joint mission going on yeah?" Ruben's question pulled Jesse's attention back to the man.

"Somethin' like that," Jesse replied as he caught sight of Cerulean blue in the crowd.

"Never thought I would see the day where the cowboy cleans up so well," Ruben chuckled.

"Real cute Ruby, ya sure ya should be drinkin' on the job?" Ruben laughed a bit at the man's question and smirked.

"What are you talking about mate? I am on holiday, approved by our high and mighty Commander Reyes," Ruben replied as he gently pushed himself from the bar.

"Holiday," Jesse repeated sarcastically.

"Anyway, I will not be a bother to you...," Ruben began and nursed his drink a bit.

"You comin' back to Zurich?" Jesse sipped his deep copper-colored drink, Ruben shrugged nonchalantly.

"It depends on how long my holiday decides to be,"

With a smirk Ruben slipped into the crowd of people, Jesse huffed as he downed the rest of his drink.

[He's on holiday, don't worry about him you have a mission to worry about]

Gabriel's voice pulled McCree from his thoughts on why the man was at this specific casino. From previous missions, he knew if the man was involved nothing good would come from this mission. Jesse sighed to himself as he casually made his way through the crowd of people and towards the table where Lyudmila had set up and began to wait for the table to fill.

[Kaines…status update]

[I'm on the casino floor, I've already spotted two targets…]

Jesse continued towards the partially empty poker table and took a few glances around to see if he could spot the woman.

[Have you made contact with the Frost agent?]

[Negative.]

Jesse took a seat at the poker table and gave the dealer, Lyudmila a nod. He made small talk with some of the patrons as he waited for the game to begin. The table they had set up at was the last public table that led towards the VIP entrance, both Lyudmila and Jesse would have prime sight to see which VIP came and went.

"Would you like a drink, sir?"

Jesse turned to the olive-skinned, platinum blonde-haired woman dressed in a black leather one-piece that cupped and hugged her in all the right places. His gaze shifted from her body to her exotic looking brown eyes, the color seemed a bit off but the large pointed bunny ears on her head caught his attention. Jesse quickly looked the woman from head to toe and licked his lips before he spoke.

Fishnet stockings, black stiletto heels…

"Why yes I would, angel face," Jesse replied. The woman smirked as she lowered the tray in her hair for him to take a drink from the assortment she had on her tray. Jesse quickly took a drink from the tray and focused back on the woman.

[McCree…]

"Yer mighty fine sweetheart, what's yer name?" Jesse smirked as he gave the woman his full attention. The woman smirked again as she placed the tray on to the chair behind her.

"Camilla…and yours?" she replied with a coquette smirk on her lips.

"Jesse…Camilla- baby how about after this game we—"Jesse began when she leaned forward.

"Your bolo tie is crooked…let me fix that for you," she began, Jesse's eyes flicked towards the woman's breast and quickly back to her face.

"Why thank-"

"You're so predictable, stop thinking with your dick, mate,"

It took Jesse a moment to realize what the woman had said. As the woman straightened herself, the smirk on her lips was clear.

"Have we…met before?" Jesse asked. The woman laughed as she turned to Lyudmila with a coy smile on her lips. Lyudmila nodded to the woman, Jesse watched confused as the two women exchanged an unsaid message.

"See you later cowboy,"

Jesse watched the woman gracefully pick up the tray she carried before and then back on to the casino floor.

"Was that…who I think it was?" Jesse muttered to himself.

[Who else?]

"Damn…I didn't even know that was her…"

[That's the point, focus on your mission…]

"…How do ya handle all of that Reyes-," Jesse quipped.

[You're extra talkative today boy, maybe you should cut back on the alcohol]

"Bingo," Jesse chuckled and took a sip of his drink.

[Focus, McCree]


"You're progressing much quicker than we thought you would," Reira commented as she helped Danica walk around the rehabilitation center.

"Well after getting your ass kicked so many times in the past you adapt pretty quickly," Danica chuckled.

"Did…you have a hard past? If you don't mind me asking," Reira asked cautiously as they moved towards one of the cushioned chairs. Danica paused before she sat down, her brow knitted together in pain. Slowly she began to rub her knees in an attempt to release some of the pain that built up in her joints.

"You're feeling pain," Reira commented.

"I do but that's normal right?" Danica replied as she leaned back in the chair.

"It is but we can stop—"Reira began.

"No! I mean no….I don't want to sit around anymore…I'm not really helping anyone while here," Danica sighed.

Reira remained quiet as she watched the woman's face contort from the pain that racked her body. It had been several weeks since she had been rescued from the SASI (South African Sea Incident), since then Reira and occasionally Dr. Mikami had been assigned to her recovery.

She had watched Danica suffer through the recovery process, the peeling of her skin, the nightmares all of it. She wondered how much longer Danica would be able to continue with her head held high before she broke.

Reira knew that Dr. Mikami was there to monitor her mental condition and to see if she was capable to return back to the field for Blackwatch, both Lieutenant Dontsova and Commander Reyes had approached both her and Dr. Mikami about her recovery. They were worried about her and her recovery, she could see why the woman hid her pain but they knew it would be only a matter of time before she would-

"How about over a cup of coffee?"

"Huh?" Reira said confused

"How. About. Over. Coffee," Danica smiled.

"S-Sure!" A slight blush tinged Reira's cheeks as she helped Danica stand.

"Do you think you can make it to the cafeteria from here or should I go grab it?"

"No. I can do it," Danica replied.

"Did you want your cane—"

"No. I can do it," Danica replied firmly as she smiled at the woman. Reira searched the woman's amber eyes before she nodded.

"It's a bit away…I hope you're ready," Reira sighed at the woman's stubbornness.

"We're about to find out," Danica laughed.


"I know this may be uncomfortable for the both of you but I am sure you understand the severity of this operation and that it needs to be successful,"

Malik leaned back in their chair, brows knitted together as they half-listened to the man.

Gerard Lacroix, a high ranking official in the Overwatch division. He spearheaded the operation against Talon thus he willingly placed a target on his back, all to rid the world of the Talon organization.

From the previous meetings that had them away from their space in the Blackwatch Intel office, Malik was currently in a private meeting with Gerard, and Jin, to discuss their past with Talon and the operation's needs from them.

"We are aware sir," Jin spoke first. Gerard glanced at Malik and then to Jin.

"I assume you both have been informed by your superior officers—"

"What do you need from us?" Malik spoke up. Jin and Gerard turned their attention to Malik. Malik had been silent for the majority of all of the meetings they had about future ops and for them to suddenly speak up was a surprise.

"I want to know exactly what you need from me. I want to get this over with as quickly as possible,"

"It's not that simple agent Ramos," Malik clicked their tongue in irritation and muttered something under their breath, they knew they were impatient and knew the longer the conversation dragged on the worse it would get.

"I need your complete cooperation for these ops to be successful. I have been briefed on the missions that Blackwatch has conducted involving Talon…but as the two of you…" Gerard trailed off. Silence fell over everyone in the room.

"You want to know about…the tests…and…about us," Jin said cautiously.

"Correct. I want to know -"

"No," Malik replied. "I can't…I don't want to talk about it,"

"Agent Ramos-"

"No,"

Jin sighed softly as he turned study Malik for a moment and turned back to Gerard.

"I apologize, but may we have a few minutes alone?" Jin asked.

"Of course," Gerard replied as he stood and exited the room. Jin watched as the man exit the room and closed the door behind him. Once the coast was clear, Jin turned to Malik.

"Mali…we have to do this," Jin said.

"I am not against doing anything that would take Talon down but this…those experiments…" Malik trailed off.

"Mali…" Jin trailed off as he reached to touch their scarred hand. As quickly as Jin placed his hand onto Malik's hand, Malik quickly pulled theirs away.

"We…have to," Jin said quietly as he adjusted his glasses.

"I know but I don't—"

"Remember what Commander Reyes told us? He told us that something like this would happen, now is that time,"

"Jin—"

"You can't keep running from this Malik…isn't that what Mikael told you?" Jin added. Malik flinched at the mention of Mikael's name.

"I know I can't keep running…" Malik sighed.

"Then please Malik…let's do this and bring down Talon…for the others…"Jin pleaded.

"Fine,"

Jin nodded to himself if mentioned the man's name was enough to get Malik to cooperate then he would grin and bear it no matter how much it hurt. He knew about their relationship together, he knew that anything that involved him the man had a hard time cooperating. Perhaps they truly avoided him.


The game was over and a few had managed to scamper away with extra winnings than what they had before and surprisingly Jesse was one of those people. In addition to the winnings, he had managed to befriend Blackwatch's target, Carmelo.

"Taylor, was it?"

Jesse turned around as he ran a hand through his hair to see the man on his cell phone and then proceeded to shove it into his overcoat.

"Joel is fine, what can I do for ya Mendoza?" Jesse asked with a toothy grin.

"With all of your bluffing, you played pretty well. I owe you that drink," Carmelo chuckled.

"That's quite alright ya hear. It's a game that's all," Jesse chuckled.

"I insist," Carmelo smirked. Jesse studied the man for a moment before he saw a familiar blonde-haired waitress caught his attention.

[Watch yourself, McCree]

"Oh I hear ya alright," Jesse chuckled.

"But ya see these fine ladies walkin' around," Jesse commented as the woman approached, Carmelo also turned his attention to the woman.

"A drink?" She asked with a coy smirk.

"What do you got sugar?" Jesse smirked, Kallista smirked as well.

"I have Gin & Tonic, Bourbon, Scotch, and currently pineapple martinis. Which would you like Sir?" Kallista asked.

"Something as sweet as you sweetheart," Jesse said as he took one of the pineapple martinis.

"Flattery will get you nowhere sir," Kallista cooed.

"I can try," Jesse smirked and winked. Jesse knew that she couldn't break character otherwise everything would be ruined, he took every chance he could get to tease her without any consequences.

"I'll try one of those pineapple martinis please," Carmelo began.

"Of course," Kallista balanced the tray with one hand and used her other to give the man the martini. Carmelo took the glass and then her hand, and placed a gentle kiss on to it.

"Oh?"

"Show off," Jesse muttered under his breath.

"Have we met before?" Carmelo asked as his hazel colored eyes never left her golden honey-like ones.

"I don't think so. I wouldn't forget you handsome," Kallista replied smoothly as she slipped her hand from his.

"What's your name beautiful," Carmelo asked, Kallista smirked as Jesse sighed.

"Trying to steal the girl from under my nose Mendoza?" Jesse teased.

"I mean she would clearly know whose better," Carmelo chuckled.

"Ouch! We just met and I feel burned already," Jesse laughed.

"Camilla. My name is Camilla," Kallista replied.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman…" Carmelo trailed off as he looked Kallista head to toe.

Kallista glanced at Jesse and him at her, he knew that the small device in her hand hidden by the tray was forcibly and remotely hacking into the man's phone. How much more time she needed, well…

"Handsome you're finished with your drink already, want another one?"

"Naw, that's quite alright gatita. This guy owes me a drink," Jesse said with a smirk and gently nudged the man next to him. He glanced at the woman to see if he could catch the woman's reaction and shook his head slightly as the smile on her face stayed the same, but her exotic brown eyes told him something different.

"Right. About that drink…Camilla I would like to talk to you after…" Carmelo began.

"No promises sir, I am working you know," Kallista smiled as the two began to walk away. Once the two were out of her sight her smile faded into a stoic glance.

"Were you able to establish a connection?" Kallista whispered.

[Yes. I am already pulling up his call records, the origin of the call, IPs you name it,]

"Good," Kallista replied as she began to survey the floor for Lyudmila to hand off the device.

"I knew it,"

Kallista turned to the person that had caught her attention.

"The elusive director herself,"

Kallista took a moment before she replied to the one that called her out, she knew who they were as they clearly knew who she was.

"Did not think you would be here Miss Director," Ruben said as he walked over to her.

"A drink sir?" Kallista replied. Ruben glanced at her for a moment and smirked.

"I see… Hmm, what do we have here…? Scotch, Bourbon… I didn't think Reyes would put you on the field," Ruben commented as they looked at their drink choices.

"I have my reasons for being here," Kallista replied.

"Do you Miss Director? " Ruben asked as they took the tumbler of scotch.

"Of course…everyone has a part to play in the grand scheme of things," Kallista said her accent heavy with each word.

"And not to satisfy a personal desire?" Ruben countered.

"That's quite an accusing comment Ruben and to whom are you directing that to?" Kallista asked nonchalantly. Ruben chuckled and shrugged.

"To whomever the shoe fits I suppose. I see many things but seeing you on the field is rare… Miss Director, "

"Do behave Ruben…you're supposed to be on holiday. Let's keep it that way, shall we?" Kallista said as she smiled, she was still on the field and needed to keep appearances.

"Of course, I just wanted a drink…Camilla was it? Thank you, take care now and good luck it seems like you have attracted quite the crowd," Ruben commented as he nodded towards the bar before they took their leave.

"Great," Kallista muttered as she flicked a piece of her blonde hair over her shoulder.


Jesse half-listened to the man as they conversed about world events, women, gambling and more. He expected to be backup for the majority of the mission and didn't expect to be face to face with Blackwatch's target.

Carmelo Mendoza and the Pavetti heiress were spotted on the casino floor and could be seen from the VIP suites. The recruitment mission instantly became an Intel gathering mission.

Jesse took another sip of his drink and spotted the Frost agent again, the cerulean blue loosely curled tresses, russet brown colored eyes, she wore the identical outfit as Kallista. He could see the fake smile on her lips as she greeted the patrons but the look in her eye she was on the lookout for her target.

In the back of his mind, Jesse knew why she was being recruited but he didn't understand what Blackwatch had to do with this. This wasn't their type of mission-

[Kaines. Your status]

[I've made contact with the Frost Agent…and our good friend Van Gogh]

[And?]

[Target is located on the VIP suite floor, based on the information I have her target is not Pavetti but Destalova.]

[She told you that?]

[Process of elimination, Reyes.]

[I don't need sass from you as well Kaines. McCree has made contact with our target...you know what to do]

[Understood. Also, just so you know if I break a heel you're buying me new ones these were expensive]


"I'll buy you whatever you want…if you do your job which I hope I won't have to worry about," Gabriel replied a small smirk on his lips.

[Of course not, just who do you think you're talking to Reyes]

"Lo se, gatita,"

Gabriel turned his attention back to the security feeds of the casino and immediately spotted Lyudmila who had shifted into her second stage, security on the floor, near the stairs to the VIP suites.

"There's nothing out of the ordinary. We are still running smoothly,"

"And Carmelo's data?"

"Working on it. I'm working on it with Aleks working on it as we speak…I'll let you know as soon as I find something good," Elias replied.

"Good," Gabriel leaned back in his seat and glanced at the red digital numbers on the many monitors in the van.

He had 48 hours until he would be back on the field, the stronger medication that Angela had given him had taken care of most of the issues, the migraines, muscle soreness, fatigue, for the longest time he knew something was off with him and progressively got worse.

Truth be told, he was becoming a little worried, but not enough to pull himself from the field. He couldn't, he had work to do for both Blackwatch and Overwatch.

"Commander…there's an unknown video call coming in for you. Would you like to take it?"

"Patch it through," Gabriel replied as he straightened himself in his chair. Within seconds a video of a woman with ebony shoulder-length curls, fair skin, sharp hazel colored eyes stared back at Gabriel, just from the look alone, he could tell who the woman was.

"Evangeline," Gabriel said simply.

{Gabriel.}

"I am running an operation right now. What do you want?" Gabriel asked.

{Don't give me that. You know exactly why I am calling.}

Gabriel sighed quietly as he stared back at the woman.

"She's fine, the mission is running smoothly…is that what you wanted?" Gabriel replied.

{No.}

"Then what?"

{I want information from you and your team}

"Why?" Gabriel questioned, curious to know what the woman would want when she could get it just as easily as he.

"What's in it for me?" Gabriel countered.

{I didn't think you were that greedy Gabriel…I'm giving you one of my best agents and you're asking for more…how rude}

"Technically Eva…she's not for Blackwatch. I am doing Overwatch a favor and helping…don't pull that bullshit on me,"

{Don't pull your technicality bullshit when it fits you, Reyes…but I relent for now. Fine. I want info on Mendoza, you can have whatever you want.}

"I want info," Gabriel began.

{Be more specific}

"The Cheshire cat. I think that equals up to the info you want on Carmelo,"

Gabriel noticed the woman's demeanor change at the mention of the Cheshire Cat. The reaction she had told him more than enough information that he needed.

{The Cheshire cat you say? Reyes, I thought you had your team working on that situation}

"I like having my bases covered…and I'm sure that one of your girls has come across info while on the field," Gabriel replied casually

{Wipe that smug look from your face Reyes. You act as if you have me figured out, this is far different from my days in Blackwatch}

"Don't put words in my mouth, Eva. You know my information runs expensive,"

Evangeline stared blankly at Reyes before she laughed, Reyes crossed his arms as he waited for the woman's response. They both needed something, he made his offer and now the ball was in her court.

{Fine. I'll send it to your little Intel director-}

"No. Send it to me directly," Gabriel corrected her. Evangeline studied him for a moment before she sighed and waved off the man's correction.

{Oh? A fight?}

"Far from it. I want it in my hand. Nothing more, nothing less," Gabriel replied. Gabriel watched as the woman studied him and his expression before she replied to him.

{Sure. Have it your way}


Moira walked calmly to her assigned VIP suite, the suite with Pavetti, Destalova and she assumed others were partners. She was only allowed to bring herself and nothing else to the VIP floor, she had already checked in with a Blackwatch agent who stood guard at the entrance to the floor. She had everything she needed on her body and if needed she could be resourceful.

Moira stopped in front of the door and knocked, she painstakingly went over all the details of the mission, learned the layout of the entire casino, memorized all the emergency exits, entrances, security patterns, security camera locations, all of it.

Perfection was her strength and weakness.

Each of the rooms had card and chip readers for security purposes, two-way authentication to keep those who were supposed to be in and keep those who weren't supposed to be there out. If she needed to get into a room, the keycard slotted in the front of her heeled shoe courtesy of the agent that stood guard and the stairway to the VIP suites

In seconds the door opened to a tall slender red-haired woman dressed casually in a navy blue suit.

Mireya Destlova. Her main target.

"You must be our girl for tonight?" her voice soft, low in tone.

"Yes, Miss Destlova," Moira replied with a curt smile.

"Wonderful. Come in," a small toothy smile spread across the woman's face.

"Quinn, my love, our girl has arrived,"

"Good. I was getting worried that the management was lacking here...again," a dirty blonde haired woman replied, annoyance laced in every word.

"My dear your standards are too high for a place like this," Destlova commented.

"My standards are where they should be," Quinn replied.

Moira smiled slightly as she quickly surveyed the room, a woman with bright crimson hair, obsidian-like eyes, sun-kissed skin, dressed in red. She knew who the woman was. Elena Vescovi, a media mogul in Italy and almost royalty with how much wealth the woman had been given.

Although the woman next to her, she couldn't place a finger on her but felt as if she had seen the woman. The woman wore dark-colored clothes, her hair an inky black against the pale skin and pale like eyes. The most striking feature about the woman was the scar that ran across the bridge of her nose. The two women stood out to her the most as she took in everyone in the room, mostly female except for one lone male who seemed to be antsy

Moira knew what she was getting herself in to, women that preferred the women to dance for them.

"Would you like for me to make everyone one drinks before I began?" Moira asked.

"I'll take my drink to go," the only male in the room spoke up.

"Leaving so soon Carmelo? We've barely talked," Quinn began.

"You told me all that I needed to know. And besides, I have a cute blonde waiting for me on the floor," Carmelo replied.

"Oh? Does Black know about this?" the woman smirked at the man, as she finally looked up from her cell phone.

"He encourages it,"

"Oh, wow...well that's new. Didn't know that's what you two were into," Quinn chuckled.

"What would you like sir?" Moira asked as she moved over to the small bar.

"Gin and Tonic, please. The less you know the better,"

"Our servers were 10 percent compromised but not enough to cause alarm for anything else,"

Moira listened in carefully as she made the simple drink, she was trained in this sort of thing she shouldn't be nervous but she was.

{Breathe Tierra...you can do this...you've done this countless times...}

Moira listened to the woman console her as she handed the man his drink with a smile. Carmelo thanked her and began towards the door.

"Oh before you go, Carmelo, have you talked to Park yet?" Quinn questioned.

"I don't have a reason to. My loan and debts have been paid off," Carmelo replied.

"He should have contacted you by then. That's odd," Quinn commented as she leaned back in the plush chair.

"You forget his lovely project is making things a lot harder in South Korea at the moment," Carmelo chuckled.

"Serves him right,"

"We'll see about that Mendoza," Destlova commented bitterly as she went over to Moira at the bar.

"But nonetheless, if you're leaving please leave. It's my wife's birthday and I don't want you to ruin it. Ladies don't be shy come and order your drinks," Destlova motioned for the other women to come over.


"Where's Aleks? He's supposed to be helping Kallos," Linda commented as she looked around the near-empty Intel office.

"He got an urgent call from the team in Malaysia, I don't know the details, but he should be back soon," Magnus replied.

"Oh I see," Linda sighed as she flopped down in her desk chair.

"What's with you?" the dark-haired man glanced up from his main monitor and to the woman.

"I...I feel like things are slowly unraveling?" Linda said unsure of the words that had just come from her own mouth. Magnus arched an eyebrow at the woman and waited for her to follow up with an explanation.

"The Cheshire cat situation, the uprising in South Korea, the Talon attacks...and Commander Reyes," she began as she buried her hands into her thick hair.

"You lost with me with Reyes, what's going on with him?"

"I was going to visit Danica when I overheard Dr. Ziegler talking with Captain Amari about the healing serum in her darts. She mentioned Reyes needing something stronger and condition," Linda began.

"Woah, woah, woah...What?" Magnus questioned.

"Exactly. My intuition has been eating away at my logical thinking...and I think something is wrong with him,"

A stagnant tense pause filled the office as the man mulled over the information she had given him. A heavy sigh sounded through the office as the man slumped in his chair.

"Linda, Linda, Linda. You actually had me worried for a moment, there's no way in hell there's anything wrong with Reyes. At most he's probably just staying up late, spending some quality time with someone, and catching up on missions. That shit is normal," Magnus sighed.

"But the healing darts? The components of those are-" Linda began.

"I know that they are made of, look don't stick your nose in his business," Magnus commented.

"Oh but it's ok for you to stick your nose into the Director's business even though she's closely related to him?" Linda shot back. Magnus clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Look. The man is damn near indestructible. Let's leave it like that ok?" Magnus sighed.

"Magnus you can't just sit there and ignore it," Linda huffed.

"I'm going to ignore it until he brings it up. Which would be the time he retires and that's nowhere in the future," Magnus waved off the woman's worry.

At that moment the door slid open and Aleks rushed in and also flopped down into his chair, the two glanced quietly at the man.

"So?" Magnus questioned.

"Konrad and a few other agents are in the hospital, some of them are showing signs of being poisoned..."