Literally Batman
World's Greatest Detective
Sejerø, Denmark
Agency X Primary Base of Operations
The chill of the early Danish winter sent chills throughout the primary headquarters of the assassination agency. The failing radiators struggled to produce adequate heat to combat the bitter cold of the northern winter. An inconvenience of being a highly secretive murder-for-hire organization was the inability to hire everyday schmucks to fix any problem around the mansion. Your everyday pizza guy, plumber, and in this case, repairman weren't generally good candidates for keeping their mouths shut about a secret mansion full of assassins in Denmark, and as such, Agency X had to find specific people from across the globe to deal with quotidian problems such as home maintenance. The guy that had found would hopefully be there within the next week, so until then, the modern Danish residence would remain several degrees below a comfortable level.
Awakening in his room was Theo Hugo Stewart, the Timber Wolf, an agent on Agency X that was particularly annoyed with the "let's freeze in the icy winter" situation. Theo's room was modest but decorated, with a modern bed on one end and a desk on the other. Hanging from various notches and corners were an impressive variety of firearms, all displayed wall-to-wall like a gallery of art; several of the weapons were quite literally framed like van Goghs on display in a famous museum. Lodged between two assault rifles was a dartboard with several CEOs, lobbyists, and the like plastered onto it- their heads expertly pierced with razor-sharp darts. Laying on his bed was Theo, wearing a plain white t-shirt and sweatpants that hung from his limber body. Rubbing sleep out of his eyes, the professional assassin grabbed a suppressed .22 handgun from a=its notch above his bed, placing it in a leather holster and latching that onto his waistband (you never know), before standing and quickly stretching. He then journeyed down to the kitchen, perhaps to ready a good breakfast.
The kitchen was absolutely pristine in every way, pure white counters and sleek modern angles at every corner. A long white counter, the top constructed out of sleek metal, stretched down the center of the kitchen, with several glass chandeliers, each one modernistic and a unique work of art, with the sides of the room containing every kitchen device known to mankind- a variety of stoves, ovens, cookers, and more lining the walls. Built into the wall was a large rotating rack of pans and pots, along with a pristine glass knife-block. Agents would learn that more fascinating than the smart kitchen was the variety of self-defense mechanisms imbued in it- for example, typing in "6734" into the microwave and then pressing "Popcorn" sends high-voltage currents of electricity through a certain pattern of floor panels, and tilting the potted plant on the counter 45 degrees to the right and then kicking a hidden pedal on the floor causes a jet of fire to emerge from what appeared to be an innocent vent.
To Theo, though, what was even more amazing than all of this was the fact that he was the first one awake. Normally, Theo slept as late as he possibly could, but today, his Circadian rhythm must've been off. Ah, well. Life works like that sometimes.
Theo pressed a button on the wall, causing the rotating circle of pots and pans to hum and spin to the right. Theo promptly grabbed a pan and placed it on the glass-top stove, heating it slightly. When he was awake for it, breakfast was his favorite meal of the day.
Besides, his soldier's instincts were tingling. It'd been much more than a hot minute since their last mission as a team (a month to the day- a long hunt in Greece to exterminate a shipping mogul), and since then, there had only been occasional individual missions to hunt down the Hand of Crime. Theo had a feeling that something big was going to happen soon.
And his feelings were normally about right.
