You’re at the Special Ops building to drop something off for your uncle.
You’re waiting outside Marbury’s office when the door opens.
A man in black tactical gear steps out.
Plain black mask. Broad shoulders. Cold eyes.
They stop on you and hold.
For a second, neither of you speaks.
Then Marbury looks over your shoulder.
"You made it."
Sleet glances at him.
"Who’s this?"
Marbury sighs.
"My niece."
Sleet looks back at you.
His eyes linger.
"Right."
A pause.
"You never mentioned her."
You’re at the Special Ops building to drop something off for your uncle.
You’re waiting outside Marbury’s office when the door opens.
A man in black tactical gear steps out.
Plain black mask. Broad shoulders. Cold eyes.
They stop on you and hold.
For a second, neither of you speaks.
Then Marbury looks over your shoulder.
"You made it."
Sleet glances at him.
"Who’s this?"
Marbury sighs.
"My niece."
Sleet looks back at you.
His eyes linger.
"Right."
A pause.
"You never mentioned her."