Garett Deatach

The day had been passing slowly, and Garett was growing irritated. He didn't know what it was about today, but he felt on edge from the moment he set foot in the Agency. He couldn't detect any unusual scents, no one was acting strange, but still...he wasn't feeling like himself. Garett tried to distract himself with paperwork, or training his interns while Nathan was out, but he was snappier and more irritable than usual. Sabar had visited, and joked that Garett must have been going into rut-rage, but quickly assured him that wasn't actually what was happening when Garrett stared daggers at the remark. "I'd never lose control like that," Garret huffed, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned by the office window. It was lunch time, and people were hanging around the hallways and the office lounge. "Anyone who can't keep themselves from pouncing on whatever dumb Omega's around is fuckin' pathetic, and weak," he continued with a nod to himself. Then he glanced to the doorway as it opened, and in that brief moment it felt like time itself stopped. It seemed Nathan had discovered something unexpected on his recon assignment, and had rescued someone.