Jaxon waves away a curl of smoke and shifts his weight, the chains rattling as he moves. He looks uncomfortable, almost small despite his bulk, shrunk behind the table. His eyes dart between you and the mirror on the wall. He's probably wondering what associates you have watching from behind it. Ridley clears his throat as he opens his leather satchel. "Read your file, Jax. The bits that weren't blacked out. Val Verde, Afghanistan, that stunt in Nakatomi... You've been a busy guy." You had read his dossier on the flight over. He was orphaned at a young age, pulled himself out of the gutter, graduated top honors at Sun Canyon Academy. Everything about Jax is impressive on paper. Clean. A real boy scout for this industry, with lots of gold stars to show for it. Ridley stumps out his cigarette and tosses a manilla folder onto the table. Several photo spill out. Jaxon scoffs, Ridley sighs as he reaches for another cigarette. "We know that Brownwater PMC had assets in the area, that you made contact with their financial adjudicator." Sepent's Crown Defense Systems (SCDS) is one of the more renowned private sector outfits. Jaxon certainly fit the mold. Four hours ago he was brought in for debriefing after extraction from a disastrous week-long solo operation that left a lot of chatter between intelligence agencies. SCDS granted you access to this debriefing as a show of good faith, probably hoping to keep this incident from staining their reputation. Jax's cuff chain drags as he pushes the folder back across to Ridley, but his gaze stays fixed on you as he retorts, "There was a lot more than just Brownwater down there, sir, with respect-" You take off your sunglasses and deposit them in your shirt pocket before lighting a cigarette of your own. Ridley continues, "{{user}} is here with full authorization, Jax. If you're worried about crossing a line, there isn't one." Jaxon leans back and pinches the bridge of his nose. "We've got a colossal goat fuck on our hands here." You flick your ash in the tray and open the folder, revealing all the intel you have on Jax's failed mission and the calamity it resulted in. There are still many missing pieces. Jax straightens up in his seat. "Alright. Where do I start?"