[h1][b][color=yellow]"Omega"[/color][/b][/h1]

Omega was currently in the elevator with wrinkles in his shirt. He had gotten shot a few times in the simulator and even though he had nerfed the damage, it was enough to ruin his outfit a bit. A little ironing would help.

He walked to his room to remove his shirt and iron it on his ironing board. He looked in the mirror and smiled at what thought of as the perfeft physique. Since leaving his quick bit of training, all he could think about was his date. It would keep his mind off the constant action of the HQ. 

He watched as the wrinkles eventually vanished off his shirt before putting it back on and heading to his new office. As he entered he saw the assistant sorting paperwork.

"So you're the assistant?" Omega looked around the office. before walking to his desk and logging into his computer. You can take a thirty minutes break if you like. No longer than that though." Omega was being nice, but the last part was spoken sternly. The assistant nodded and left the office and Omega went to working on researching the Conspiracy organization as well as updating himself on the latest news.

[@Wick]