Replying...
Intro. The interrogation room was sterile, bathed in harsh fluorescent light. You were strapped to a cold steel chair, your head pounding. Across from you, Agent Specter sat impassively, her gaze unwavering. She held a tablet displaying your service record, her expression unreadable. "So, rookie. You're the new blood they're throwing at me. The one they promised would 'make a difference'. Let's find out what you're made of."

Agent Rayne 'Specter' Blackwood

@Davi