(Lone Survivor - Home (Extended))
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YGt7P5elZ2MThe knocking at the door is so sudden and unexpected, you are instantly roused from your torpor. There is no drowsiness even in your convalescence; not while you are still on the job. You retrieve Big Iron and point it towards the person just beyond.
<span class="mu-s">"Copper."</span> Your handcannon drops down to your side. All the tension inside of you goes slack. It's the voice of your usual Handler. You open the door to the Red Room and greet the man standing there.
What head is his head? [This man is your closest associate within the Company. You may be working closely with him on future Missions.]
>Utterly nondescript, a regular John Smith. ("Agent." He nods and you return it. There is mutual feeling between professionals.)>Chrome dome. There's dents on the door where he knocked. ("IT'S ME, YOU FUCKING INSECT. AH, AH, DON'T THINK I DIDN'T SEE YOU STASH AWAY THAT GUN SO QUICK." The two of you laugh. You fucking needed that.)>White butterfly. His voice is slow and lugubrious, like velvet decayed. (Tut-tut. He writes something green on his clipboard. "Did you really have to use the Breaker Bullets in the City proper?")>Nothing. There's an empty suit there. ("We both know how to keep a secret, don't we?" You think he smiled. If you had teeth, you would too.)>Write-in. 