⚔︎Damn These Emotions⚔︎

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'Welcome, Director McAlister.'

Dropping his badge, Conner slipped it back into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and buttoned it again. Reaching for the door, he pulled it open and stepped inside. Looking around, he often forgot the interior of the Executive building was much different than the Base. If anything it was much more intimidating.

Everything seemed larger, more polished, and probably a /lot/ more expensive. Snapping out of it, Conner walked up to the elevator and pressed the arrow for the top floor and waited for the doors to slide open. Once they did, he stepped into the lift and pressed the button to close the doors.

Leaning to the back of the elevator. Conner let his mind wander a bit. The agents were left alone in the base and it made Conner nervous. He wasn't sure what they were getting themselves into. They weren't really the best nor nicest group of people. They bullied even Conner and always tried to get a rise out of him. There were times where it almost happened but luckily, Conner's stubbornness beat out his temper and he was able to walk away.

He wasn't left calm, not at all, but he still remained to keep his anger under rocks. Of course, he was still human, despite what they said, so he slipped up at times. Unable to help it, he yelled, threw things, and let some of it out. But he regretted it. He always regretted it when his temper got the better of him. Now more than ever it seemed to happen a lot more often.

Whenever it happened, Conner never really meant it. They would just get on his nerves and under his skin. To the point where a full-blown argument would break out and Conner would bark back. Sometimes he even bit, but his bite was far worse than any of theirs so he was still holding back a ton.

Now, however, Conner wasn't there and they were all left alone to fend for themselves. In retrospect, it was a bad idea and Conner knew that, but he really wasn't left with much of a choice. He couldn't afford for them to have a day off, not before he saw their performance on their first mission. If they were to make it back safely or at all. Until then, Conner couldn't take any risks.

Regardless, them alone was a disturbing thought, he knew how bad they were and how they treated each other. They ate each other alive and had pretty much no mercy. They were a stressful handful, forces of great winds and Conner was stuck having to deal with all of them on his own.

Suddenly, the elevator dinged and the doors opened again. Heaving out a frustrated sigh, Conner pushed himself off the wall and stepped out. Turning his head to the left, right, and left again before walking toward the hall to the main office. He strode down the long well-polished hallway until he reached a desk and beside that desk was a huge wooden door with the platinum plaque that read 'Executive Main Office'.

Each assistant recognized him right away and allowed him right in. Rolling his eyes, Conner reached for the handle and opened the large door. Adjusting the round eyeglasses on his face he looked around and then cleared his throat. Hesitantly he walked over to yet another desk and went ahead and sat in the empty chair that was in front of it. All of it was giving him flashbacks of when he was first recruited. But he did all he could /not/ to remember that day.

Big hazel eyes flashed forward as he saw one of the Executives walk out from...somewhere. After she, a couple more came out and one of them sat at the desk in front of Conner. Conner straightened his back and sat up a little more and tried to be somewhat professional but it was hard.

Maybe more than it should've been. It still wasn't his thing and it had now only been about six months since all of it started. Six long, tiring, aggravating months. But once again, he let that shake out of his head and tried to focus on the higher-ups before him and what it was they wanted.

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