After Matty got here everything has been running smoothly, the team is still scared of her, but I think they'll warm up to her, I did, well I think I did. Matty's been doing these evaluations and even though I know her I nervous for mine, I have no idea what she could say. I get dressed and head to Phoenix, walking to the war-room seeing everyone outside waiting for Matty and Jack to be done. I go over to Mac as he leans up against the wall. He wraps his arm around my waist and we stand there talking.
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Tristin's outfit ^
"So Jack's evaluation seems to be going well." I say as I relax in Mac's arm looking at Matty and Jack have stare off.
"I can't believe we all have to do one of those." Bozer said. "Can't she just fire me based on my resume?"
"Relax." I say, trying to calm his nerves and possibly my own. Why am I nervous, I know the woman. Somewhat.
"These two have some sort of.. history." Mac said. "He claims she's the reason he left the CIA." As we watch them talk or yell, but there was words.
"Any idea what happened between them?" Riley asked.
"No, he won't tell me."
"Which means whatever it is it's got to be his fault." I say, and Mac chuckled.
"It also means that unless Matty was your station chief for 18 months in South America, these evaluations are nothing to worry about." Mac stated.
"Oh, really? Is that why yours keeps getting postponed?" Riley asked I look at him, he shrugged.
"Postponed?" Bozer ask confused.
"Oh, yeah." Riley said.
"Twice." I stated giving Mac a look, he just gave me a sheepish smile. He trying to butter me up to not lecture him. Wow! I taught him well of all my tricks. "First, a coffee machine mysteriously catches fire. Then, a well-placed gum wrapper puts Phoenix's entire security system on lock down. Crazy right." Completely sarcastic.
"I know, it's weird." He played off at us. "I wonder how that got wedged in there."
"So maybe Riley and I aren't the only ones feeling a little nervous about these evaluations." Bozer said as our phones chime. "Can't stall forever, Mac."
"Just got a text." Mac said.
"From Matty Webber."
"Get your asses in here." Mac read, we turn to see her standing there looking at us. We all scurry into the room.
"Riley, Trist, can you tell us about a program that you coded called "FR-1507"?" Matty asked once we got in the room.
