Though Halden wasn't new to secret agencies, he was new to the SCP Foundation. One thing that bugged him already was the non smoking policy indoors. Casually he took a last hit from his cigarette, before he discarded it on the floor, and extinguished the burning fag with the heel of his shoe. That last hit of nicotine was all he needed to feel his tranquility return and embolden him on this new career.<br/><br/>He had been nervous as hell for his first work day to start, and he felt like a rookie all over again, despite the seven years of service as a special agent for the FBI, where he had worked on the infamous X Files. At least his previous job had prepared him for all sorts of oddities, and it took quite something to surprise him.<br/><br/>Halden had received his ID card only a day earlier, and now swooshed the card past the card reader, allowing him entry to the building. For a moment, he glanced up at the security camera. He was sure they were watching him. It always felt like somebody, somewhere was watching him. Part of the reasons he had originally wanted to join the FBI was so he could watch the watchers, but then again, would still somebody else be watching him?<br/><br/>Being paranoid wasn't an easy thing to be.<br/><br/>He saw cat a proudly strutting away from the receptionist desk. Though he had seen quite something, it did make him arch an eyebrow. He didn't want to look stupid, however, and choose not to comment on it.<br/><br/>Instead, he stepped up to the receptionist desk, and introduced himself to the receptionist, “Hello, I'm Halden Amsheim, and I was recently assigned to Mobile Task Force Gamma.”<br/><br/>“Could you show me your ID card please, Mister Amsheim?” The friendly receptionist asked him.<br/><br/>Halden showed the card to her, and she scanned it with a simple looking device. He could see her screen change in the reflection of her glasses, and noticed several screens whiz by at an amazing speed.<br/><br/>At least they have fast computers here, Halden thought. Not unlike the crap we had to work with at the Bureau. The government cuts hit us real hard last year, and faster computers would have definitely been a nice thing to have.<br/><br/>“Ah, yes your ID is confirmed Agent Amsheim. The meeting for Gamma takes place in conference room four. It's down the hall to your left.”<br/><br/>Halden nodded in reply, and said, “Thank you, Miss...?”<br/><br/>“Dorothy, Dorothy Simmons,” the receptionist said, while smiling at him.<br/><br/>“Thank you, Dorothy. How about a cup of coffee after our work day is over?” Halden asked, as he sat with one leg on her desk, and looked her straight in the eye.<br/><br/>The poor woman couldn't help but blush, before she replied, “I'm not sure that would be a very wise idea, Agent Amsheim.”<br/><br/>She nervously glanced from side to side, before she added with a whispering tone, “You might want to familiarize yourself with office protocol first.”<br/><br/>“I see...” Halden replied in a thoughtful voice, “Very well, in that case I bid you farewell, for now.”<br/><br/>With that he got up and walked to conference room four in a much similar way like he had seen the cat walk away.<br/><br/>After he held his ID card to the card reader and his identity was confirmed, he entered the room and took a seat. To his surprise the only thing he saw was the cat he had seen earlier. He had expected at least some other people present. The creature seemed busy grooming himself.<br/><br/>Being a cat lover, he couldn't help but say, “Here kitty kitty,” while he made a luring movement with his fingers.