Brassel's eyebrow twitches as he takes in the calm, indifferent demeanor of the analyst in his office.
"Let me explain to you the severity of the situation," he says, slowly and firmly, trying to stay calm and composed himself. "Your team. Detonated. A bomb. In the middle of a crowded city square.
"We evacuated all the citizens, sir," Will tells him, shoving his hands in his pockets. "So the only ones left behind were Kan's minions... as in the people you sent us to take out.
We were rather efficient, if I say so myself."
"Well, I disagree," says Brassel, as staunchly as he can manage. His eye gives another involuntary twitch when Will shifts from one foot to the other, looking...
, of all things. "You were never this... this flashy an agent, Brandt. Not before you joined Hunt's team."
Will shrugs again. "I do what I can sir. Sometimes it's flashy and sometimes it's not."
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