Someone sat in his office quite disgruntled. It wasn't really his fault that the helicopter had crashed and Veradis had almost died...
Well, perhaps it was his fault, but at least he'd gotten them out of the situation as he always had.
He spun around slowly in his wheely chair, tapping a click-pen against his knee, exploring the depths of his mind. He was the most talented Raven WILLOWISP had ever seen, drafted at only eighteen, graduating to Elite Espionage status in less than a year. Why did they suppose he suddenly needed a partner now? Of course, his methods were unconventional, but that never mattered before. He'd been called crazy from the first day he stepped foot into Headquarters, but he hadn't failed a mission yet. Someone never needed anyone or anything. The last thing he wanted was another agent to be at his side 24/7; a person to become attached to; a being to care about---
no.
A liability.
A partner would simply get in his way. He didn't need one.
Someone exhaled and propelled himself away from the desk. The last time he thought he would enjoy company, his companion was abruptly yanked away from him. That was nearly ten years ago now. He'd burned that memory to ash. Never again. Never again. No matter how much Commander McCox pressured him, or how much General Rigotto restricted him- trapping the best agent at WILLOWISP in a glass cubicle at the end of the hall. Preposterous, Someone thought. He should be out there kicking butt and taking names. He should be out there doing what he did best. BUT, if reentering the force meant taking a partner with him, he would be happy sitting around the boring office passing the time.
There was still lots to do, many ways to make himself useful. He'd conduct research, monitor surveillance footage, review audio files, and decode in mere minutes cryptic messages that Base Op teams had been working on for months. He was celebrated by many wherever he went, but he still longed to get back out there...
...away from the hubbub and into trouble...
