A man, with a determined and closed face, pushed open the door of an office.
The man was dressed in a crisp gray uniform. He was of average height, his face framed by a well-groomed beard, his brown eyes sharp and confident.
The walls of the office were decorated modestly.
The wooden desk was spacious and well-organized, with a computer sitting at its center.
A secure phone was within reach.
A leather chair, slightly tilted back, invited visitors to sit.
Daylight flooded the room.
The old man seated behind the desk politely greeted the newcomer with a respectful nod of his head.
"Agent Owen, it's not every day you come to visit the old man that I am," he said in a voice filled with kindness.
"Hey, old man. Everything going as you wish?" the man replied, in a casual tone.
The old man nodded slowly, observing the stranger intently.
