This isn’t going to end well.

Emergency signals flash on the wide screens displayed. Busy bodies rush past and towards them, trying to grasp the severity of the situation. They don’t even know what’s happening or why.

But I do. My crew does. It’s the reason why I climed and climed the ladder to work at this agency. To be in the room where the shots are called. Things happen here. Bad things happen here.

Hundreds of case files and classified information just go leaked to the public. The worst nightmare for any intelligence agency, except this one came true.

Like I said, bad things are happening. This time for them.

We planned it that way.

This isn’t going to end well.