Marek Dublecek is a loner. He's satisfied with his life as an agent. He has an apartment, a bed, a kitchen, a couch. The Agency is his real home, though, and The Old Man is the closest thing he has to family. He doesn't have friends... Well, maybe one. The night cook in The Agency cafeteria who always gives him little treats. His name is Tyrone. He's nice enough... Tyrone Johnson may look big and mean and tough, but he wouldn't hurt a butterfly. He's always had a soft spot for stray dogs and lost causes. That skinny little white boy with the bad attitude - he's both. Something about him makes Tyrone feel good inside. He'll do anything for one of those rare half-smiles. Anything.