Mythos pushed the microphone closer to Sabila's pretty lips. "Can you please explain how you first choose a target and why you seek them out?"

Sabila paused and touched her lips with her claw thoughtfully. "Well, I usually go for handsome men in three-piece suits! You can't blame me, right? What girl doesn't love a guy that oozes success and confidence?"

"Speaking my language, girl. What else is important?"

"Well, the target needs to have valuable intel."

"Aren't you ruining your credibility and secretiveness by doing this interview?" Zed broke in. Mythos glared at him from across the desk for punching in. This was totally off-script. And JUST like Zed. In fact, it was the most Zed thing she could possibly imagine right now.

"I'm retiring," Sabila announced. "After this, it's wine and martinis on the beach for me!"

"What about the, ahem, dubious legality of your profession?"

"I'm protected by our government, actually, and the spy protection program," Sabila deadpanned to Mythos' question.

"I ... see." Mythos cleared her throat. "What's the most interesting thing that ever happened on a mission?"