Ben and Erica sat across from each other in the CIA's break room, each nursing a cup of coffee. It had been months since they had last seen each other, and there was a palpable tension in the air.
"So," Ben said, finally breaking the silence. "How's SPYDER treating you?"
Erica's face darkened at the mention of her former employer.
"Not great," she said, taking a sip of her coffee. "They're putting me through the wringer, trying to test my loyalty."
Ben frowned, his eyes locking onto hers.
"You know you don't have to do this, right?" he said. "You could come back to the CIA - we'd welcome you with open arms."
Erica shook her head, a wry smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"I appreciate the offer, Ben," she said. "But I've got my own reasons for doing this."
Ben didn't press the issue. Instead, he leaned forward, his voice softening.
"I just want you to know that I'm here for you, Erica," he said. "No matter what happens, no matter what you choose, I'll always have your back."
Erica's eyes softened, and she reached out to grasp his hand.
"Thanks, Ben," she said. "That means a lot to me."
For a moment, they sat there in silence, their hands clasped together. Then, suddenly, Ben's phone beeped, and he broke away, reaching for his pocket.
"It's my boss," he said, glancing at the screen. "I've got to go."
Erica nodded, releasing his hand.
"Good luck, Ben," she said.
"You too," he replied, giving her a small smile.
And as he turned to leave, Erica couldn't help but wonder - was there still a chance for them? Or was their friendship doomed to be forever overshadowed by the vast gulf between their allegiances?
