While Mitchell had been pointedly ignoring the fact that there was someone out there, they'd been causing trouble. He'd thought the security team would be equipped to handle it, but fuck if he knew that an angry arch-nemesis meant people weren't going to get in their way.

He heard the commotion outside the door, and looked up, feeling that sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Oh boy.

And that sinking gave way to utter sickness. Yes, it was his fucking archenemy. His arch-enemy and his fucking polar bear. Mitch slid into his chair, slowly letting his hand slide underneath his desk, watching warily for any sign of movement.

"SIDEARM." he told his desk, the hidden panel with the spring-loaded neon green and purple gun obediently springing into his hand. He waited, but didn't raise his hand. Not yet.