In one of the many existing super secret black sites, the like of which only a few dozen people around the world know of, where things that couldn't see the light of the day are happening-
Alright, let's rewind time a bit, with no joke this time.
It was just one of the many conference rooms in one of the many sites of the agency littering its home country. Of course it has been built with the secrecy of what could be said inside in mind and unlike the intelligence division of Ms Kalawamer, the site it was in was not like a big shot hiding in plain sight in the middle of a city.
The lights were dim inside the room, with only one person sitting in loneliness on his side of the conference table being clearly visible, the five on the other side being only silhouettes.
The whole theatrical setting screamed of a bad child about to be judged, and the bad child here is the chief of the black ops division, M. Ramsey.
