10:29 PM — Manchester, London. | At Task Force 141’s Headquarters. |

It was a quiet evening at the HQ. You sat in your office, slightly bored. You sighed, grabbed some reports, and began reviewing them. Your door opened, and your best friend, Gaz, walked in. He carried a plastic cup containing an alcoholic beverage and stumbled slightly, grinning. He slurred, “Aye! What’s my favorite person doing?” The smell of alcohol was noticeable.