Director's Origins

⚔︎Leader Of Evils⚔︎

The elevator doors slid open and Conner stepped down. Footfalls were hard and heavy as he made it down the long hallway of the top floor. Usual bright-lit hall was growing dim as clouds were forming in the sky of the late evening. Conner kept his eyes forward as he made it to the large door with the platinum plague across it saying, 'Executive'.

Pushing out a breath he fell back onto one of the chairs outside of the office. After he sat he actually felt just how tired he was, also a couple of stings ran through him. He did get a lot of hits back, and now he was starting to feel them. Still having all of his field gear on, he looked down to his hands as they were battered up and his knuckles were sore.

Conner knew that this was it, going against even one of your fellow agents was bad, but he did a /lot/. There was no way he was going to stay in the CIA any longer. They had to have seen the whole thing, and he probably got told on. Which used to happen a lot. The others loved getting him in trouble because the CIA kissed his ass. They wanted him punished but they were never really satisfied.

Exhaling out a breath, everything came tumbling down on him. This time he really screwed up. Going up against and fighting his own, and losing Damian the day before all of that. Leaving a hollowness in his chest and having his rage get the better of him. Countless times did he let that happen, but this time was the worst.

His temper made him lose someone he not only cared for and needed there but fell in love with. Now he was gone and Conner didn't blame him. He went off on a blind rage and didn't stop or want to stop until he was the last one standing.

Now he was to get thrown out of the CIA for good. He didn't blame /them/ either. If he could, Conner would run away from himself and his temper as well. Just like the others.

Rolling his eyes he leaned forward and dropped his head. But only to raise it back up again as he heard to door open. He slowly stood up and walked into the office, still having heaviness in his footsteps. He didn't glance around or anything and when asked to sit he simply shook his head and refused. Stepping back he kept his arms to the side and hands where they could be seen. Not wanting to look like he could pose any threat. By that time he was just ready to get out of there once and for all.

"Conner Link McAlister, with the behalf of the Executives of the New York Central Intelligence Agency. We hereby promote you to Director."

Blinking rapidly, Conner had never been more thrown off in his life. He wasn't sure what he just had heard. It made no sense, he couldn't wrap his head around it. This wasn't real life that was happening before him right then.
Was it?

He had got done going on a blind rage, attacking not only the enemy but his own colleagues. And he didn't want to quit for a second. He had shot people down from both sides, probably some were even fatal. That was a serious offense, it should be unforgivable. He should be literally tossed out of the door. That made the least bit of sense, not to be promoted, not to Director.

"What?! A-are you sure you have the right person? Did ya not see what I just did?!"

Conner belted out finally. Completely confused and uncertain about, /everything/ now. Nothing added up. Getting set back a little as the woman behind the desk spoke back out.

"Oh, we saw the entire thing. We're highly impressed by the performance of someone so young. None of us have seen that much skillset in someone your age."

"Impressed?! Are ya all fuckin' insane?! I went against my own! I know for a fact that it ain't allowed at all!"

They were unbelievable, Conner went against his own and they still were worshiping the ground he walked on. He literally could do anything and they would love him for it. All of it was extremely frustrating, he still wasn't seen as a person. Now it was if he were some kind of 'chosen one' which was only that much worse.