I dropped the file on Rob's desk and crossed my arms over my chest. "Done."
Rob picked up the file and raised his eyebrows. "Already?"
"I wasn't one of the best agents for no reason, Rob," I tutted. "Right, I'm off-"
"Not so fast," Rob said and shook his head. He pointed the the chair opposite his desk and I sighed and sat down.
"What?"
"Are you okay?"
"You did not make me stay and talk to you just so you can ask if I'm okay," I said and rolled my eyes. "What do you want?"
"Your help."
"You want my help? I thought I couldn't be trusted. Why would you want my help?"
"You can't be trusted," Rob shrugged, "but you're one of the few people that I can trust."
"Funny how that works out, eh?" I smirked.
"I'm preparing for a mission," Rob said.
"Shocker."
"I want you on it."
"Bummer.
