The atmosphere in the precinct transformed instantly. The aura of authority that David Carter carried was palpable, and even those who didn’t know him could sense that he was not a man to be trifled with. Reed, who had been reveling in his power just moments before, now looked like a deer caught in headlights.
“What’s going on here?” Captain Johnson, head of the precinct, demanded as he stepped out of his office, alerted by the commotion. His eyes widened slightly when he saw Agent Carter standing in his precinct. He knew this was serious.
Reed, attempting to regain his composure, stammered, “Captain, I—”
