“Seventeen years at W.I.L.L.O.W.I.S.P. SEVENTEEN, Gary. And, then WHAT? NOW this new dude saunters in and everybody’s absolutely in love?”
“Pitiful, Mike. Just pitiful.”
“There’s nothing special about him! …I mean… I take that back… He’s a special breed, alright. Definitely got a couple of screws loose.”
“Definitely.”
“Look at him sitting at his desk with-- Is that glitter and pink construction paper?! What the heck is he even doing?”
“Who even cares?”
“How on earth did he get assigned to the Veradis Operation?! That was my case. That was OUR case, Gary. We trained for it, working tirelessly for seventeen years, sticking by the rules, following instructions, taking no funny business. Now, we see this whacko being the craziest, most reckless agent on the force, and they call him the best?”
“This dude…”
“I’m sure he’s crashed more company vehicles than every agent here combined, and he’s surely let some bombs go off just for the heck of it when he darn well coulda defused them.”
“Surely.”
“Probably wanted to walk away from the explosion like some cliche action movie hero.”
“Yep.”
“You know what, Gary? Seventeen years and I have never walked away from an explosion. Have you?”
“Nope.”
“That’s right. We pride ourselves on the fact that a bomb has never ever detonated on our watch. That’s an accomplishment, Gary. That should let people know something about us.”
“It should.”
“But NO. Dumb people and their dumb priorities. RIDICULOUS. And he doesn’t even have a partner. Out here, reckless as he is, like some unattended, spoiled, bratty child.”
“Ridiculous.”
“…Did he just wave at us? Laughing…? The audacity. You know what? Let’s go, Gary. He’s not worth our time. Just you wait. We’ll get our big break one day.”
“We will, Mike. We will.”
