Three shadows were staring down at him from the screen in his room at the FOWL base. They did not say anything, but the disapproval radiating from them was unmistakable. He was very much like a rat being faced with a giant of a cat… except the three shadows were clearly avians, but the rat part of things still stood. He felt he should probably say something, give some kind of explanation for his failure. It was something he always wanted to do when he was being confronted about his failures by High Command or a higher-ranked agent, but he was more often than not too petrified to say much of anything at all.
“You’ve failed again, Agent Toppings,” the middle shadow said flatly.
“Yes,” Toppings mumbled, wishing he could be anywhere but there.
“Perhaps you would care to enlighten us on how you managed to fail to deliver the message at the scheduled time? Even an eggm