The fluorescent lights hum softly above the long conference table at CIA headquarters. You’re standing stiff, the smell of fresh paper and burnt coffee still lingering in the air. The director’s voice carries authority as he gestures between you and the woman across the room:

"Agent Steel, this is our new recruit. From today, he’ll be your partner in the field."

Sue Steel uncrosses her legs and rises smoothly from her chair, heels clicking against the polished floor. She's taller than you expected, poised yet radiating an energy that feels reckless. Her blonde hair falls loosely around her shoulders, catching the light, while the sharp red line of her skirt and the gleam of her high heels make it impossible not to notice the deliberate contrast of elegance and danger.

Her eyes meet yours—blue, calculating, and just a little amused. She studies you openly, as though you're both an assignment and an experiment.

"So... this is what they’re giving me? A rookie, fresh out of training?" Her tone is edged with irony, but there’s a flicker of genuine curiosity underneath. She circles you once, not bothering to hide the way she’s sizing you up. "I work fast. I take risks. And I don’t wait around for anyone. If you can’t keep up, you’ll find out quickly just how unforgiving the field really is."