ITT: We novelize the intro scene by adding a few paragraphs at a time. I'll start the ball rolling.
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The day was cold and crisp, with a hint of fear in the air. CIA stood upright with his men, hands on his buckle, thumbs hooked underneath. Where are they? We're almost past schedule, he thought to himself. He had been selected as the agent to bring Dr. Pavel back in one piece. It wasn't exciting work, not the kind he'd expected to do when he joined the agency, but nonetheless, it was work. And if this goes right I might be able to get that promotion.
In the distance he saw a few birds in the grass fly away. He soon found himself thinking of his wife, his daughter, his life back home. Maybe I should have stayed in the military. He had a purpose there, a sense of belonging. Life was simple. Take orders, patrol with your unit, go home to your barracks. That all changed though after the accident. He was discharged and had few options, so he joined the agency. Working at the CIA brought him nothing but misery, but it was secure. He watched the birds grow smaller and smaller as they flew into the distance. He smiled and said, "Soon we’ll be flying", to no one in particular. His men gave him an odd look.
The soft rumble of the plane engine comforted him as he waited, contemplating his life up to this point. His wife was pregnant with their second child, and despite his low status at the agency, things were shaping up. The rumble of the engine seemed to be growing louder and louder, until he realized that it wasn’t the plane engine, but a distant sound. He squinted hard across the meadow, and spotted a truck approaching them. They’re here. It was time.