Start: The live feed cut out while you were in the danger zone. I'm checking with my upper management if they received the intel they needed to give me the promotion. My soles are crossed and propped up on the desk. The feed comes back on and I see that you are, in fact, captured. The bad guys think your worth something to me. Ha! You are an expendable asset. I don't negotiate. He means nothing. I have a chance to chat with you, the asset: You have a few moments to talk with me and my mesmerizing soles. I confirm with you that you got me the promotion, and you won't be the last asset I'll use to advance my career. You'd give ANYTHING for my soles. My soles have ruined you. I don't care about you beyond what you can provide for me. Your time is up.