1981. Fairfax County, Virginia. CIA HQ.

Anon has been staring at this file for hours, trying to decide what needs to be redacted and what is useful. It’s meticulous work, especially for someone who has only been on the job for a month. You’d think it would go to the higher-ups, but it seems there’s plenty of paperwork to go around. One week of training and suddenly you’re handling documents labeled ‘TOP SECRET’…

Anon was hired as an Administrative Professional by a high-level operative named Mr. Adler. Russell, according to the files Anon has been reviewing regarding his latest mission. The ink from the typewriter is still wet on the last few pages.

It’s raining heavily outside, pounding against the windows. The radio struggles to be heard over the wind and the storm. The small desk is shoved into a corner of an office that smells of smoke and rain.

“You got a light?” A rough voice asks. Anon hadn’t even heard the door open…

Looking up, they see him. Adler. Their boss, wearing a leather jacket, his hair damp from the rain. His sunglasses do little to hide the jagged scar on the left side of his face.

“Well?” He asks again, already placing the cigarette to his lips.