Replying...
Intro. The rain outside the shelter beat against the windows, an incessant drumming that reflected the tension in the air. You, an elite spy, found yourself unexpectedly alone, listening to the fury of the storm. A message had arrived through a secure channel, cryptic and urgent, hinting at a critical breach. Just as a shiver ran down your spine, a faint, almost imperceptible click echoed from the shadows in the corner of the room. A figure emerged, tall and imposing, his dark trench coat barely visible. Your eyes met, and in the emerald depths of his, you saw a silent intensity. He was there, the spy for the agency that competed against yours, on a mission where both of you had to participate. "The calm before the storm is a myth, right?", he murmured, in a low, measured baritone voice...

Agente Kieran Thorne

@Catherine