AT: UNDER Dossier: Kyra Scott

"So what exactly is the point of this?" Doctor Allison Gaither asked with a tremoring yawn. "And why did you call all of us into the boardroom at five thirty in the morning? I was working until 2, I'm kinda running on fumes."

"I'm glad you asked, Doctor Gaither!" Crowed James Horvath, her boss and protector of the free world. His energy seemed boundless, eagerly prancing around the rapidly  filling up boardroom table. His false eye seemed, somehow, to be glowing brighter than usual."
"3 hours, eh? Wow, I feel so bad for ya," came a dry croak from the doorway. Allison turned to see the slight sulfuric glow of Paul Gregory's eyes, dripping with more disdain than she could ever hope to muster as he made his way to a seat next to Lieutenant Wells.

"Okay, that's everyone!" Horvath said, coming to a stop at the head of the table. "Now then, I originally was supposed to reveal this later this afternoon, but I just couldn't wait, so I figured hey, you all have to follow my orders so I actually can make you all come here!"

"History will remember you as a paragon of selflessness," muttered June from afar, skin glowing like a dying campfire.

"You're goddamn right they will!" Horvath pointed. "Now then, Friesen and I have been working on a little... secret project the past few weeks, to help improve a few of our logistical policies."

The rest of the Site Argus crew narrowed their eyes collectively. Paul, especially, seemed about to blow.

    [Please don't spoil it, Paul. I need this. Let me have this.] Horvath thought to his telepathic friend. The only answer he got was a disdainful grunt. Horvath cleared his throat.

"Now you guys are the absolute best at what you do, and to help with that, I thought we'd show a little... flourished appreciation. Push the button Friesen!"

Not a soul moved, and the room remained dark. Horvath looked over to the corner.

    "Friesen?" The scrawny, be-freckled analyst jumped at his boss's voice.
    "Y-yes?" he asked. "Sorry, I dozed off. I've been up all night and-"
"Don't worry about it now push the button."
    "Which button? There aren't any buttons."
"Oh goddammit..." Horvath paced over to Friesen's corner, reached down underneath a chair, and handed him a remote control. "This button." he said, specifically pointing it out. "Just...just push it. The dramatic flair's gone so just... let's get this over with."

  "O...okay. Yoink!" A bright light emanated from an overhead holographic projector, and a rectangular image materialized into view at the table's center, gently rotating to give everyone a good view. The image was constantly moving in the background, with various circuit pathways and lines of code moving back and forth, along with two boxwa containing bullet pointed lists of information. But the main draw was an image of a face quite familiar to the crew.

    "Is that Miss Scott?" asked Oliver. "Indeed it is, she's aged since I last saw her. Though I must confess to being confused."
"Indeed that is Kyra, oh forgive me, DOCTOR Kyra Scott. Kiddo's been pretty busy."

"2 PH.D.'s? at her age." Allison whistled. "Never took her for a masochist. But... what's this about? Is she in trouble again?"

"Probably, but that's not why we're here," Horvath said with a wave of his hand. "Friesen helped put it together, but we're gonna start using these templates to show off significant information about high profile people out there. Makes it easier to put a face to the name, you know, so any agents going out and about will have a base reference to work with if they have to meet them or... well, deal with them."

"So... you called us in here... just to show us this. Why?" June said, skin beginning to simmer like burning coals.

"Cuz look at it! It's kickass as fuck!" Horvath shouted, jumping a couple times. "Let's all just give our good man Friesen here a round of applause." The analyst awkwardly waved at the rest of the group, but his face was one of apology.

"It makes me a bit nostalgic, seeing her again," Oliver said, scratching at his chin. "I hope she's still practicing how to use the dagger."

    "It's Kyra, she's doing fine," Paul said with a tired sigh. "Kid's got fighting spirit for days."

"Wow, so... nothing?" Horvath said, glancing around the room. "Nothing to say about the awesome graphic Friesen put together? Wow guys. Just wow. My heart is bro- no, Friesen's heart is broken. Look at his face."

Friesen only blinked in confusion.

"Pure anguish."

"Ha! I just saw the accident prone bit! That's so Ascot it hurts!" Frank laughed. 

    "I'll tell her you're still callin' her that behind her back, by the way," Paul jabbed good-naturedly. Frank fell silent, pointing at the telepath with narrowed eyes.

"I mean, I guess it's better than the system we were using," Vita shrugged. "Still, you made this in like... six hours? Why?"

Friesen could only shrug, eyes darting over to Horvath and back again.

"Well, now that this enlightening venture is over, I'm going to bed. Again." Allison stood and immediately paced out of the room. The rest followed suit, leaving Horvath alone.

Moments later, the door opened. A squishy red shape entered. 

    "Wut I miss?" said Odd's smartphone. Horvath's eye lit up once more.

"Oh, just the greatest thing ever! Friesen, push the button!"

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Part one of an Art Trade I did with  

Enjoy my nerds being themselves and await the next one!