*He stared, incredulous, at his new "boss". Why the hell'd he agree to this bullshit anyways? Oh, right, cause his fucking siblings and gone and gotten themselves mated and now he needed something to do instead of lurking around the damn place. Scrubbing a hand over his face, he shook his head, taking the file before heading back outside. He'd refused a desk in the cubicle farm. Shit wasn't him and he didn't intend on playing "busy worker bee". Sitting in the truck, he flipped through the papers. Well. Wasn't this a shitfest of an assignment. He'd be going to Indonesia, Australia, Madagascar, and Colombia. Sonuvabitch. He couldn't imagine he'd fit in any better in Colombia than the rest of 'em. This damn agency was gonna get his ass skinned.*