"Hey, have you noticed the Australia branch's been getting way more missions this year?"
The guy next to Niel spoke mid-chew, spraying a bit of spit as he did. Niel shot him a glare sharp enough to kill and shifted his chair away. The man on Niel's other side instinctively scooted over too.
Derek, realizing he was still under fire from Niel's eyes, muttered, "Sorry, sorry," and quickly swallowed his food. Then he went on, "It's just, seriously, there's way too much going on. Mafias acting out in the open like they don't even care anymore, bomb threats popping up, and rumor has it both Russia and the U.S. are cooking up some new kind of weapon."
He leaned in a little, lowering his voice. "Not to mention all these new types of drugs showing up in different countries, stuff way more destructive than anything before. I mean, yeah, none of this is new exactly, but this year… I don't know, it feels like everything's going off at once."
