Inside a large office whose walls held large monitors with different feeds of camera footage all over the UNARM facility, men and women worked relentless, eyeing different areas of interest, altercations, changes to environment, and attitude-shifts within their personnel. It seemed that no matter how hard they worked, under pay-check or under fear from Big Boss, it would prove impossible to a highly-skilled Agent. 

The office had two floors, the upper deck sloped slightly that gave the room the look of an arena that angled towards the oval centre, and the massive, main viewing screen. Orders, confirmations, and reconfirmations, along with the cacophonous sounds of keyboard-clicking, coffee-slurping, grunts, and even snoring from the one trying to sneak a few minutes’ sleep, sounded throughout the busy place. 

One man who looked in his late 60’s but was in his early 30’s slaved away looking at camera footage of areas he didn’t even know existed, relying solely on a reference guide next to him, referring to obscure sector, area, tunnel, and door codes. This surveillance office was by far the most populated, but it still took a stressful toll on the people in it. 

‘I think I got something!’ the man reported to the large assembly, almost wheezing in joyful relief. ‘Uploading footage to the main screen.’

The main screen showed a group of soldiers confronting a lone soldier. The lone soldier walked away before the group could reply and went on their way. 

The person in charge of the surveillance office barked orders: ‘Contact Captain Shwartz, ask if he recognizes that man. Everyone else, start looking at footage in a 5-block circumference from this point of origin. This could be our target.’

‘Captain Shwartz says he has never seen that man, though he’s not sure with the new recruits – he said the man claimed to be an Agent.’

Another woman cried out: ‘Ran facial recognition with our personnel database – this person does not exist.’

The PIC barked: ‘That’s our rogue agent!’ 

The room immediately went into a frenzy, delivering orders to nearby dispatched units near the area. The noise was unbearable but one sentence stood out:

‘…. shoot on sight. I repeat: shoot on sight.’