Agent 3 entered the Agency building. His head scanned the entrance area that he had entered and exited many times in the past, he mostly scanned for other Z agents, he rarely spoke to anyone who wasn't a Z agent. At times he would talk to the guys in the Q labs about his weaponry for a specific mission which is what he was about to do now. The Z agents were all similar and all different at the same time. The top 10 had to of known each other at least as acquaintances otherwise if an emergency broke out they wouldn't be able to formulate a plan based on each others strengths and weaknesses. He fastened his tie in his left gloved hand, his other hand held the briefcase which contained the broken piece of equipment he was taking to the Q labs.
He had read just about everyone who had worked at the agencies file. It was like one big novel for him, while they couldn't actually tell him anything about the person themselves he could know their achievements and flaws. He started walking, his shoes making that clopping noise that formal shoes do on floors that are anything but carpet. He made his way along the corridors and nearer to the Q labs before seeing someone sitting in the hallway in front of him, fiddling with a wrench. He thought he knew who this was but he knew as well as anyone that no matter how much you read about someone you won't know them in person. This person had to have been part of the Q labs and so he would have had the tag to get in on him. He walked up nearer to him before putting the briefcase on the ground and speaking without looking at the scientist.
"Could you open the door please?" He asked, his voice was lowish and was in that English accent that sounded more South African and American than anything else but you would still think it was English.