To: Siena Rae

[Reeves]

Agency 404

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Identification: Director Avery Reeves
Location: Office Red Oscar
Encryption: Secure

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Miss Rae,

Words can't describe how awkward this sudden outreach is, what might make matters worse is the fact that you'll most definitely not remember me, so before I move on to what I truly intend to say, let me rather quickly get rid of that metaphorical elephant in the room.

Quite certain it was early May. I was a cadet in the primary fleet at the time and had launched from Manhattan upon receiving a notification that a rather concerning amount of Scyllas were in orbit of our Capital, all of whom were headed by you.

Now you didn't know me, nor did I know you. But it didn't stop you from making the rest of my career until the rank of Commander, exceptionally awkward. I believe that there's subtlety, there's blatant directness, and then there's you rather publically stating that you wanted to engage in immediate intimate activities with me in front of all my wingmates.

I never heard the end of it, sometimes people even still ask me about it. With that out of the way, I'm contacting you not just to revisit my days of being green and more naive than the average political activist, but to understand the nature, extent and scope of agreement you had with our Agency at the time, especially relevant considering my status as Director of the same Agency today.

Awkward or not, I guess it's nice revisiting that comical little memory from two years ago. I hope you've been keeping well, and that you haven't lost your particularly painful sense of directness. Looking forward to hearing from you.

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