Dex didn't know he was getting summoned to the Generals office for a serious job, He thought maybe there'd been more word on his family and they were finally going to cut him loose for the first time in months from the paperwork and mind-numbing office work they'd had the crack-shot sniper doing. His heels clicked on the sterile smooth metal flooring of the underground base as he made his way down the long winding corridor towards his goal.<br/><br/>He'd only been there a couple of times, originally when he'd been 'recruited' and stuffed in the training box for only god knew how long. Since he hadn't been able to see the sun or even a calendar for that thought he hadn't been able to track the days they'd had him strapped to the chair as they tried to indoctrinate him, and succeeded in doing, into working for them and doing as they wished.<br/><br/>To tell the truth, Garcia (Code name: Dex) had thought this entire time he'd been a desk jockey but in reality he had been in cold storage and had only been thawed out hours prior by the organisation known as Raven. They'd implanted the idea in his head that for the last year he had been riding the desks in the training centre turning newbies over like he'd always wanted before everything happened.<br/><br/>As he came to a halt at the door he sucked in a deep breath and ran his long thin fingers through his salt and pepper coloured hair. It was getting close to the point where he'd have to dye it black again. Flecks of silver tarnished the dark locks that sat atop his head. The Mexican-American raised a hand and attempted to knock on the door as it slid open with a hiss.<br/><br/><strong>"Th'least you coul' do is let me do the polite thing"</strong>Dex muttered in a soft voice knowing full well she'd hear him and waited to be welcomed in for fear of her wrath. The General, his handler, was always a touchy one. She never really made things clear until she spoke words, most people could be read with a good stern look. This one was impossible. She was as stony as a gargoyle that decorated the tops of haunted houses (Which he theorized she also lived in).<strong>"No time for formalities and your games of grab ass"</strong>The woman said as she turned the chair to face the door.<strong>"We have an emergency assignment that only you and your expert...Skills can do"</strong>Her fingers steepeled as her steely blue eyes narrowed at the man as he stepped over the threshold and the door hissed closed behind him.<br/><br/>Dex glanced around the office, it was always dimly lit and very bland. Where most people would tarnish the walls with their achievements 'The General' as she was only known to him as always kept her walls clear.<strong>"My skills? And really? Grab ass, I thought our interactions were a little more meaningful? I'm hurt... But really, You have me riding a desk for a year and only NOW do you give me an assignment? Tch, What could be so important?" He said gasping softly and moving towards her desk his arms crossed over his chest expecting her to throw a manifest at him.<br/><br/>Her steepled fingers cracked as she flexed them quickly into a fist. "We need you to retrieve something for us, But we... can't find it" She admitted with a sigh. The General wasn't one to show emotion but for once in her life she looked a little scared. <strong>"What I am about to tell you is Top secret... Take a seat, Dex. We have much to discuss" </strong>. Garcia sighed softly and took the seat she had motioned towards. <br/><br/><strong>"Tell me, <em>Dex</em>. How much do you know about Patient Zero?"</strong></strong>