The next day, the atmosphere at S.H.I.E.L.D. became somewhat strange. As Nick walked down the corridor, four or five people had already passed him, hurrying by faster than he was walking.
Nick held his coffee cup and looked around, only to find everyone wearing serious expressions. He stopped a female agent and asked, "Where are you going? Why are you in such a hurry?"
"Good morning, Director. I'm going to work. Some of the Special Operations Division's work from last night still hasn't been dealt with, so I need to get there early today."
"Ah, all right. Go ahead."
Then another male agent bumped into him. The agent paused and said, "Oh, sorry, Director. I'm in a bit of a rush, you know, hurrying to work..."
Nick's eyes widened as he stared at him in surprise, but he could not exactly stop him. He asked several more people in succession and received the same answer every time.
"What the hell? Aren't these low-level agents the best at slacking off? Every day, aside from going to the gym and tennis courts, they gathered in the office to discuss when they could get a raise. Why were they suddenly working so hard?"
Muttering to himself, Nick arrived at the door of the Psychological Counseling Room and knocked. Schiele's voice came from inside. "Come in."
As Nick walked in, he kept turning to look at the crowds moving through the corridor. After entering, he shut the door, pointed outside, and asked, "What's going on?"
Schiele tossed him a document. Nick glanced down at it and said, "...A preservation plan? Transferring important personnel to Arkham Asylum?"
Nick set the document down, looked at Schiele, and asked, "Don't tell me these agents are working hard just to prove they're important..."
"Of course. As long as