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Agent, Mike Wells was actually the director of an ultra-secretive black ops agency of the government that operated with nearly complete impunity. As agents of his organization, our jurisdictional autonomy was virtually limitless. We were FBI agents when we needed to be. CIA agents if the current job called for it. NSA, DoD… everything—nothing was outside the realm of our control. The only person who we ever had to answer to was Director Wells and the only person he answered to was the President. Due to the rage that burned in his piercing pale grey eyes, I could tell that he must have gotten a most unpleasant call due to our transgressions in Manhattan.
    “So, no one has anything to say, huh?” he continued as he stood and paced back and forth behind his desk. “Well, I’ll answer the question. No! It wasn’t worth it! It was an absolute disaster!”
    “Not entirely,” Howie reluctantly offered. “I’m not justifying or condoning Reaper’s actions by any stretch, but I do think there are some positive takeaways here. After all, we were able to liberate nearly 1000 of the Manhattan hostages.”
    Did Howie just throw me under the bus? I wondered as I watched the already furious Wells somehow become more enraged.
    “So, let me get this straight,” Wells started as he intensely focused his frigid grey eyes on Howie, who now looked like he wished he had kept quiet. “You think saving a relative handful of hostages is worth ruining the reputation of this organization in the eyes of the President of the United States?!”
    “I just—”
    “Shut up, Vargas! Just shut the hell up!” Wells snapped. “And they say you’re the smart one…”
    I swallowed a lump in my throat as Director Wells suddenly turned his icy glare toward me.
    “Just where did you get this sort of cockamamie idea from anyway, Reaper?” he demanded.
    I looked down at the floor and remained silent as Wells continued to glare at me. I was still a bit sour at Howie for seemingly throwing me under the bus, but I certainly had no desire to do the same to him. It was true that I had gotten the idea to storm Manhattan after he told me about his theory, but ultimately it was my decision to actually go there.
    “Reaper?” Wells repeated.
    “It was my idea,” I groaned. “I saw a shot and I took it. End of story.”
    “You don’t get to end the story. That’s my job!” Wells growled. “And don’t think for a second that I can’t tell you’re lying! Now, who put you up to this? It was Vargas, wasn’t it?!” Wells asked while cutting his eyes to Howie.
    “I don’t have to tell you anything,” I grumbled as my temper started to get the best of me. I was getting angry because the more and more I thought about it, the more I realized that Howie was absolutely right about one thing: It shouldn’t be taken lightly that my actions had saved almost 1000 people. Even I had not truly appreciated that fact at first, due to my failure to save them all, but I still didn’t think it should be treated as meaningless. I understood that what I did had quite a few negative consequences too, but did that mean the positives didn’t matter at all? Yeah, the President might have been pissed but it wasn’t like he was going to shut the entire operation down. At the end of the day, I knew the only reason Wells was so upset was because I had decided to take action on my own instead of waiting for his instructions like a good little lap dog.
    “What did you say to me?” Wells demanded, as his eyes widened with disbelief.
    “You heard me,” I declared as I abruptly stood and tried to slow my heartbeat before my rage became too uncontrollable.
    “That’s it, Reaper! I’m pulling the plug on—”
    “Yeah go ahead! Ground me!” I fumed. “Take me off the case for… five weeks or months or whatever! I’ll let you know if I give a damn! You see, I’ve come to realize one important thing that I think you keep forgetting, Wells. You need me! You’ve