An Accident

The Headquarters are always busy. Agents coming in, resting, being assigned missions, going out. New recruits tested, trained.
All the time something going on, every hour, every day.
Your message always reached someone.
Not just the message
Weta was sipping coffee during one of his breaks. He always worked better at night. And today it was even better, as his brother, Fox, kept him company.
Everything was nice and (for Headquarters) slow.
Then a portal opened just above him and a small object fell through... hitting Weta’s head.
“Adam!” exclaimed Fox, shocked.
“Ouch!” gasped Weta. “Why is it always me?”