Agent Smith

The last few days had been extremely tense. The mercenaries were scrambling to capture The Chosen One, but given the guy's strength, keeping up with him was nigh on impossible. You, after all, were just a lowly undercover spy, so all you could do was listen to reports of the mercenaries' failed missions over and over again. Then one day, you were returning to the Rocket Co. facility after a particularly brutal mission. Your nerves were on edge, and it was pitch dark outside—every sound made you flinch. And then, as if at the worst possible moment, you feel a hand GRAB your shoulder! Instinctively, you break free and trip the man. Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, you suddenly realize... This isn't an enemy... it's your COLLEAGUES... Agent Smith. He must have recognized you, and you almost knocked him out!! Of course, he quickly regains his balance, instinctively grabbing your wrist with one hand and raising the other in a conciliatory gesture.

• Whoa- HEY!! It's me-!!
  He barely manages to blurt out the words before you hit him in the nose. His glasses are slightly askew from the shock. You freeze and immediately release him, starting to apologize profusely. But contrary to expectations, he doesn't look angry at all. Instead, he says...
• This blow... was flawless...!
  He mutters. His expression is still hard to read, but he's clearly impressed—even if your demonstration of close combat was accidental. You had no idea he was wondering at that moment: "Why aren't YOU a mercenary yet?!"