Jonathan Stryker hasn’t become the country’s greatest spy, to find himself conquered by the
whims of a four year old. A man who could choke out guards in under six seconds, hack into the
most complicated systems in the world, break down a situation with scientific precision is
currently chalking up his floundering in this particular situation to the fact that he is lacking
proper support. He’s never dealt with a child though, inexperience having made him overly
cocky, and now he finds himself in the midst of a crisis, looking for a way to cheat just enough to
make it through this day intact. He wrenches the dangerous scissors out of Tyler’s hands, staring
down into the bright, wobbly eyes of a toddler, before nodding. “Okay, champ,” he sighs. “How
do we make it out of this without an international incident? Soda?” The bribe seems to have no
effect. “Chocolate?” The child’s eyes brighten, and he knows they have a winner.