On the quality improvement of Omega agents

It was already night, and there were only patrolling guards and sporadic sporadic agents who came and went in the corridor. The man with blond hair leisurely like a tourist looked very eye-catching.Randall leaned over the railing on the second floor and looked down.His temples were still throbbing, as if some kind of thin needles that would discharge were poking his nerves one after another, but compared to the intensity that made him completely lose self-control in the previous few hours, it was enough to make the agent feel relieved tone.

There are still many people on the first floor, most of them are research and technical personnel. Their computer screens are flickering under the incandescent light, and the sound of various instruments ticking and typing on the keyboard is disturbing.Randall narrowed his eyes, and the huge projection opposite him cast changing light and shadow on the man's face, making the man look unpredictable.In fact, he was just in a daze.

"Feel sorry?"

A female voice sounded behind Randall.The blond agent turned around, then flashed a bright smile: "What's the matter, ma'am?"

Standing behind Randall is a young girl in standard CIA junior agent attire that doesn't even have a name tag on the suit.She is very young, with black hair, beautiful brown eyes, a high nose bridge, and well-shaped lips. On her face, she can vaguely see the greenness of just graduating from school, and she does not have the usual embarrassment of newcomers.Confident and full of energy, there is life in the eyes.And Randall has always liked beauties.

"I'm looking for the data storage room, can you show me the way?" The young female agent tilted her head, which made her look at Randall not rashly, but with a bit of playful curiosity: "sir ?”

Randall smiled and showed his white and neat teeth. He made a gesture of invitation and said, "Of course, it's my honor, my young lady."

"Perhaps you don't mind if I call you by your first name, Amanda?"

"Oh, of course not." The young female agent showed a beautiful smile.She was slightly behind Randall's footsteps, and this angle made it easier for Amanda's eyes to look at this passionate and elegant man without any trace.The tall blond man is like a god from Greek mythology, with a tough side profile, broad shoulders and a solid chest, and even his steps exude an "attractiveness".When he arrived at the data room, the blond agent's address to the other party had successfully changed from "Madam" to "Amanda".

"It's always hard for a rookie," Randall said.He leaned against the door of the archives, watching Amanda confirm the serial numbers on the data boxes one by one.Newcomers almost always get jobs like sorting out files and cleaning rooms on entire floors from the agents who train them.

The young female agent said: "Fortunately. Entering the dispatch office is almost the dream of all newcomers." She turned to look at Randall: "I envy you."

Randall shrugged: "No. You are good enough." He smiled again: "I don't see many betas here, except for Garcia, you are the second."

Amanda's eyes lit up: "Do you know Captain Garcia? She is the chief's assistant."

Randall flashed her a smile that didn't appear to be ostentatious, but revealed a kind of careless sincerity. "She's a good agent."

Amanda raised her chin, the young female agent didn't say anything, but there was yearning and unwillingness to admit defeat in her eyes.She finished her task and turned to see Randall standing in the doorway. "sir?"

The man's sea-blue eyes turned against the light, and instantly became dark and mysterious, and Amanda was stunned for a moment.The young female agent stood up slowly, she was not stupid.

"If I don't go back now, I will miss the curfew time."

Randall raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Is Amanda a well-behaved person?"

Amanda heard the almost substantial danger in the man's voice, but the female agent looked straight back: "I'm not interested yet, sir." For a moment, she was almost bewitched by the strength and grace displayed by this man . The CIA does not strictly control the emotional issues between agents. After all, this is not an easy job. Men and women under high pressure always need a way to vent and relieve.

But the premise is that you have become a CIA agent, and you haven't provoked anyone you shouldn't.

Randall smiled, and he turned sideways gracefully to let Amanda walk away from him, and then touched his nose in frustration. "Probably due to lack of sleep." The blond agent refused to admit that he failed to seduce a rookie without using pheromones. ——But this batch of newcomers are pretty smart.

Bruce's office.

"Sir, emergency information for Area I." Garcia's face suddenly appeared on the computer screen, followed by an encrypted folder on the desktop.Bruce nodded to show that he understood.

The female soldier seemed to have nothing to say, and her hesitant expression flashed for a second.

"Sir?" she said, her tone was a little tentative.Garcia knew that this tone was enough to show the officer who the topic she was about to bring up was about.

Bruce's expression was flat, and he signaled his deputy to speak up if he had something to say.

"Breakpoint No. [-] has woken up and left the infirmary." The female soldier paused for two seconds, gritted her teeth and said, "The whereabouts are unknown." She checked the surveillance video and decided to hide the person who just came out of the infirmary. The Breakpoint agent appears to be flirting with a rookie agent in the archives.

Bruce was not surprised, he said: "I see, thank you Garcia." He seemed accustomed to this and didn't mean to ask.

The female soldier knew that she could only say so much, and she had no right to interfere with the officer's reaction and decision.She hung up the line neatly.

Bruce slightly pulled the corner of his lower lip, he clicked on the encrypted file, scanned a few lines, and his face suddenly became serious.

John Clarke, the CIA's intelligence chief for Area I, was woken up by a phone call at two o'clock in the night.

"Anything going nuclear in Area I, I need a briefing, right now."

Five hours later, Bruce was unmoved by the screeching overhead.He twisted up a pen in his hand carefully.

"Good morning, sir."

Bruce doesn't look surprised when the blond agent ghostly leaps from a lifted ceiling and lands on the floor in the middle of the office.Randall patted the dust off his body in a leisurely manner, then stretched his muscles and bones, and said lazily: "Sir, you need someone to clean the ventilation pipe of the dispatch office. Sleeping like this is easy to cause rhinitis."

He was looking into the eyes of his chief, Bruce Stewart.He glanced at the neatly arranged documents on the desk and the computer screen that was still on, and grinned: "You haven't rested all night." He looked at Bruce meaningfully on the coat.

It was a half-length black nylon windbreaker, and he even remembered the subtle smell that lightly entered his nostrils when his face brushed against the fabric.

But apparently his superiors didn't want to talk about him spending the night in the office while Randall was unconscious, and Randall was happy to just let it go. —He could pretend that Bruce was so anxious about his situation that he didn't even have time to change clothes, instead of deducing the obvious from the surprisingly thick documents on his officer's desk.

Bruce made the habitual steeple gesture with both hands, and he looked at the person who should have stayed in the infirmary lightly: "No more headache, agent?"

The corner of Randall's mouth twitched, and he closed the door with his hand back, showing a smirk: "You're angry, sir." The question was in an affirmative tone without doubt.

Bruce raised his eyebrows, "My connivance with you is also limited, Agent."

Randall shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, and his voice sounded sincere: "I've always been grateful, sir." He didn't need to relive that memory again——looking up from the cold snow , seeing Bruce's brown eyes and hands with black leather gloves.

He should indeed be grateful, even if it is not worth the price he paid.Randall thought so.

Bruce didn't continue the topic, he noticed the heavy shadows under the blond agent's eyes, and the slightly fluffy footsteps.He said indifferently: "The consequences of relying on strengthening agents are very serious. I think you have already experienced it yourself. Headaches are only the initial reaction."

Randall smiled. He was not surprised by Bruce's calmness, but he still said, "I thought you would be furious and accuse me, sir."

Bruce looked a little cold, and he said: "I really should blame you for daring to call the officer's name directly when you just woke up. Also, you will be dealt with in violation of the regulations regarding taking the reinforcing agent." He looked directly at Rand In Er's eyes, the agent looked exhausted, and it was clear that coma did not give him the same rest as sleep, and the ventilation ducts above the office were not a good place for the tall blond agent to sleep.

"You have two options, Agent James." Bruce said flatly.

Randall showed a silly smile.Bruce changed his address back, which meant that just enough for the other party to call him "agent" was taken over, although it was not the end of it. "I'm listening, sir," he said.

"Get rid of your drug dependence, or, the infirmary also needs a live observation subject."

Randall smiled "haha", "I've always been your test subject." The blond man shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Maybe I should thank you for not putting me in a small cage."

He looked into Bruce's brown eyes and couldn't find a trace of emotion.Randall gives up a laugh, then says, "You know I can handle this, Bruce," he says casually, obviously without seriousness.

He always pampered him.

"Oh, no, sir."