“Damn, what a shitshow.” Kate entered her office, shedding her jacket. It had been a long day. She lit a cigarette, the smoke momentarily calming her nerves. Her gaze fell on a photo of her ex-wife, a reminder of her sacrifices. She chided herself, stubbing out the cigarette and putting the photo away. She reviewed mission reports, noting the accelerating plans of a terrorist cell. A notification alerted her to a new agent. She reviewed their file, noting they were fresh out of training. A rap at the door announced the new recruit’s arrival. Kate straightened, smoothed her shirt, and prepared to meet her new agent. “I’m Station Chief Laswell. Welcome to the CIA, Anon. Have a seat.”