"Do you have any news about the Westwood situation?" Marie asked as Arnold sat down opposite her. The woman's desk was set perfectly in the centre of the room. Everything had to be perfect when it came to Marie. 

A bright beam of light shone through a crack in the curtains, almost blinding Arnold in the process. It was no secret within the organization that she enjoyed spending her time in the darkness. It could be quite intimidating, being in her office like this. 

"Not much, ma'am." He replied and started to fidget with the sleeve of his shirt. 

He kept his gaze on the Deputy Director, making sure it wouldn't wander anywhere else. Her cinnamon blonde hair was gathered back into a neat ponytail near the bottom of her head, leaving only the shorter strands to cup her face. Her caramel brown eyes matched the hair flawlessly. She rubbed her finger along the length of her slender nose as if trying to figure out what to do with Arnold. 

"I sent two agents in there, some of the best in their fields. I have faith that they will bring us some results soon." The corners of Marie's lips twitched upwards. 

"I'm sure." She replied, although her tone wouldn't convince anyone. Arnold looked at the wall behind the Deputy director. The four pictures hung the exact same distance from each other. They had the same proportions, the same picture frames. He averted his gaze to the floor, running his eyes along the patterns on the rug below him. 

His long, grey hair fell over his head like a curtain. His hand ran along the gray stubble on his chin. 

"I may have trusted you with this mission, but let me remind you that no-one else is to find out about it." She finally said, her voice dark and dripping with venom. 

"If information about such a weapon got out, it would ruin us. Understood?" Arnold noded. He understood that more than anyone. 

"Yes, ma'am. Even the agents don't know what the Alpha C3 is. They just know it's a federal weapon." Marie turned back to her computer. 

"Make sure you notify me of any progress. Dismissed." The man stood up after that and slowly made his way out of the room.

Arnold loosened his tie as he walked out of the room just before he bumped into another man. Peterson. The tall, pale man with strawberry blonde hair looked at Arnold. 

"What are you doing here, Peterson?" He asked and the other man only laughed. 

"I was on my way to the rooftop to get some fresh air," He explained before walking away.