"Good morning, rookie!" Kit called from across the room, waving from his desk, where he was stacking piles of papers. His tone was lighthearted, but the dark circles under his eyes told a different story. "You still alive in there?"
Eamon forced a grin. "Just about. You?"
"Barely holding it together, but hey, that's part of the job, right?" Kit shot him a wink before diving back into the paperwork.
Eamon's gaze drifted toward Sycamore's office, where the glass walls gave him a clear view of the team leader leaning over a desk, deep in conversation with Bryan and Cindy. He couldn't hear the words, but judging by Sycamore's furrowed brow, the conversation wasn't going to lighten the mood anytime soon.
"Eamon!" Quill's voice cut through the hum of the room. The tall, lean agent stood by the weapons locker, motioning him over with a beckoning hand. "Got a second?"
