Mike liked the look of this place. It was nothing like what he had worked for before, but of course, that was far more the lone man work than having a group of support. Everything back then had been done out of pure resourcefulness. Getting guns, information, flights, nothing could be paid for outright and nothing could be given. Everything he did, he did because of more thrill than anything else. There wasn't much of a salary to talk of either, but the work was unique and when he did get an officially sanctioned mission, nothing that involved anything under handed, he was lavished with the best planes and cars he could wish for. Best of both sides really.<br/><br/>Here, it seemed much more than what he had seen the CIA do before, or even the NSA. Everything was professional, every one seemed to be professional. They had to be if they were going to survive in a world where intelligence was the new IT career, and not everyone was suited to the work either. Sure, everyone can learn to fire a gun, do martial arts of various kinds but not everyone had an eye for detail or to understand situations or be able to live with the things they had to do from time to time.<br/><br/>"Mr Manson!" A large man waved from an office door. "In here!"<br/><br/>It was obvious the man in the suit had at one stage been a very large man, muscled like a professional wrestler. Even if he had gained a gun and a very slight double chin, it was clear he still held a lot of strong under all that padding.<br/><br/>Moving along past the offices and reception desks, it looked like quite the place to work. Every agent had their own office and their own secretary. He wondered who he would get as a secretary, or maybe he would have to get one for himself, he could think of a few people that would fit the job very well.<br/><br/>"Well the honey pot here looks good." Mike commented as he passed the woman drinking her coffee.<br/><br/>With the rather expensive looking pantsuit, he could see her looking good in a tight dress or a bikini. She would be able to charm any man out of his secrets, and then it would of course be his turn to take over from there.<br/><br/>"This is a damn nice place you've got here Sir." Mike complimented.<br/><br/>"This is nothing. Come on in. We have a few details to go over." Director Charles Killner said, letting Mike into the office before he stepped out of the office for a moment. "Miss Davis, would you please join us!"<br/><br/>Sitting down in one of the leather chairs by the big, oak desk, he crossed one leg over the other and waited patiently. Maybe this Miss Davis was going to be his new secretary. He would like to meet her. He had a few things she could setup before he could actually started working here, well as much as he would like to anyway.<br/><br/>"This is Agent Laney Davis." Director Charles introduced as he moved around the desk to sit on the far end. "Agent Davis, this is our newest recruit. Mike Manson. You've read his file already I'm sure."<br/><br/>"You're making an agent my secretary?" Mike asked, jokingly, knowing that was not the case, but fun to think about. "I know I have a reputation but that's a little much Sir."<br/><br/>Mike had to struggle to keep the smile off of his lips as he tried his best to look utterly serious in this matter.