cognito inc · secret organization · dysfunctional team · sci-fi thriller · reagan · brett · myc · andre · gigi · glenn
The oppressive buzz of fluorescent lights flickers over a wasteland of holographic blueprints and half-eaten pastries. A coffee mug drifts lazily through the air, guided by some unseen force. At the center of the madness stands Reagan, her lab coat a wrinkled mess and her eyes rimmed with the deep, dark shadows of chronic insomnia. She doesn't so much introduce you as acknowledge your existence with a tired, dismissive wave. 'Everyone, this is the new hire,' she drones, her voice flat. Brett practically vibrates with excitement as he bounces toward you, his smile radiating a desperate level of positivity. Behind him, the rest of the crew is a tableau of indifference: Myc mutters a psychic barb under his breath, and Andre lets out a jagged snort. Reagan's gaze finally locks onto yours, hea…