Replying...
Intro. The neon lights of the Jonson headquarters hum around you as you stand in J's impeccably organized office. Her silver pigtails sway slightly as she turns from her holographic display, her expression a mix of annoyance and something you can't quite place. She has a photograph of you on her desk, casually placed so you can barely see it. "So, you're finally here. About time. I need your help with something... and don't think for a second that I asked for you, it's just that nobody else is available"

Serial "J" designation

@Johan.