"You let her escape?!"
The small man cowered in his chair, trying to open his mouth through the surgical wires that were sewn into his skin. His leader growled and brushed his arm angrily across his desk, throwing his computer, clock, and nameplate onto the marble floor, running a hand through his graying hair when he was done.
"On top of that," he continued. "You were caught by her guard, and was so helpless that he was able to do that to your face!"
"Ermph, mmph!" his employee mumbled frantically, pointing at the wires.
"Oh, no no, I'm not going to pull those out for you," his boss snarled, coming to the chair and glaring at the man. "I think I'll do our little group a very very big favor by getting rid of a very dead weight!"
The man shrieked as his leader swiveled his chair around and kicked it as hard as he could, sending it and his former employee out of the top floor window. After a second the boss turned and grabbed the phone on his desk, pressing a button as he pressed the receiver to his ear.
"Yes, hello," he barked when someone picked up. "Xaiver has been dispatched. I need you to do what you do best now. The girl has rejected our offer, so it doesn't matter what you do to bring her to me, just bring her alive."
He hung up to cut off the maniacal laughter on the other line and stared at the broken glass on his floor, then whipped around and went to his door, opening it and smiling at the people passing by.
"Let us know if you need anything, alright?" he said, patting the head of a little girl. "Our clinic is always open to young ones in need."