Agent York
"Lucky us." I hear the Director mumble, shifting some and closing the filing cabinet, moving over to the haphazard stacks on his desk.
"It may have been my idea, but you didn't have to insult Delta and I like that!" Sigma shouts.
"Whoa, guys. Maybe we should just set you up in a room somewhere. Let you two duke it out." I shrug. "Works for Maine." I motion over to him.