54 QuanticoAssistant Director Cunningham stood at the windows of the cafeteria looking down into the woods. The place was empty. The kitchen was shuttered on Sundays, but he couldn’t stand another minute being down in the Behavioral Science Unit, six stories below ground level.
He had never shared with anyone how much he hated not having an office with a window. How much he wanted—no, how much he needed to see the outside. He didn’t mind if the sky was hidden behind clouds. His agents and even his administrative assistant, Anita, had all gotten used to him taking lunch at his desk every day after he went for his daily run. They believed he ran for health purposes but truthfully it was more about his sanity. How could he be there for his agents if he couldn’t control his own idiosyncrasies
