Undisclosed Black SiteMiles Craven peered through the shadowed glass of the operating theatre. In the middle of the room, Sarge Steel lay asleep on an operating table as a robotic drone grafted metal to flesh. Steel was an investment and Craven always made sure that his investment was in good hands.
Next to Craven, Doctor Ivana Baiul tabbed through a hologram of Steel's file. From the corner of his eye, Craven noticed the perpetual frown on her face deepen as she read.
"Do you doubt me, Doctor Baiul?" Asked Craven his eyes never leaving the window.
"Are you sure, of one so old," inquired Ivana. "Is he truly the one?"
"You have the file," explained Craven. "His record is exemplary, the CIA should teach a course at the Farm based on him."
"Yes," admitted Ivana. "But, there is still the matter that when you found him... he was about to jump off a bridge."
Craven laughed at this. His laughter was all dry and sandblasted air, like a million tiny pieces of glass shattering at once.
"I like a man who has lost everything Doctor Baiul. It saves me the effort of breaking them down."
"Fair enough."
The pair fell back into their easy silence as they watched the drone work. Flesh to metal and metal to flesh. Soon Craven and Baiul's plans could begin. For now, they watched as the Doctor's drone made Steel whole again. Forging the broken man into something new.