Time: 14:00. Location: Agent V's Lair, Arizona.
The front wall of the living room is a curved window with no dividing lines, offering a panoramic view of a horizon of deep red strokes in canyons filed by prehistoric oceans. To combat the heat, cascades of water flow into the corners of the vast room, falling into fountains that recycle the liquid and return it upstairs through a system of pipes and water pumps, system hidden behind the marble panels. The stylized luxury and the sound of flowing water, rather than accentuating the beauty, amplifies the sense of solitude within a great void.
On a white sofa with hard angles that prevent anyone from reclining comfortably, V and Diamond enjoy drinking lemon-mint iced tea. The hitman crosses the legs, rests both hands on his knee, and smiles at the inventor.
"Then the radicals stole an experimental virus. What a quaint story, but I assume you want to start at the beginning..."
