Roxy picked up the remote. She wasn't a picky tv watcher. She rarely had the time to enjoy the luxury. She flipped through the channels until she found an action movie that had just started. It looked interesting enough. She set the remote back where it had been. She watched him eating chips and drinking beer. She didn't understand him. Surely he was a good agent. The FBI wouldn't keep bad agents. Why was he being so reckless now?