Today was just another day as my team and I sat in our "conference" room. There were video games strewn around us, controllers thrown carelessly over the floor, TVs mounted on the wall. Five extremely high-tech laptops were placed neatly on the cleared table, possibly the only thing clean in this whole room.
"Hey!" I called to the boys who were wrestling one another. "Take it to the practice room!" With a controller in hand I chucked it at the boys, effectively breaking up their fight when they both reached up to catch it. It wasn't like I expected it to hit them anyways.
"If you would stop acting like children." A snotty voice huffed. "You have a case." The two boys who were wrestling, Parker and Ryan, finally fully untangled themselves and gathered around the table.
"Where's Josh and Damon?" I sighed, already dreading the answer. When those two were left alone there really was no telling what they would do.
"Can't even keep track of your own team? Figures when you put a child in charge." Here in the Special Forces unit of the FBI we were often looked down upon. After all, it was normal when the head of the SF was only sixteen and the others were eighteen. The adults who worked in the office area often condescended us, pushing crude remarks our way. It happened on a daily bases.
However, just because we were used to it doesn't mean that I was going to take it with a closed mouth. "Hey, Tiffany?" I questioned sweetly, cocking my head to the side with a close-eyed smile. "Shut up, won't you? After all, let's not forget who your superiors are. It wouldn't be pleasant to start having to look for a new job soon now would it?" I heard the four boys, Damon and Josh having joined us, trying to hide their snickering.
"Of course not. If you'll excuse me." Tiffany stomped angrily down the hallway.
"Way to go Boss!" Ryan cheered, pumping his fist into the air. Damon was quick to jab him in the side.
"Just read the damned case report." Silence overcame the room for just a few moments.
"So," I closed my laptop, staring at my team, "looks like we've found our way to Quantico."
"Where the hell is that?" Josh questioned having not even looked at his laptop.
"Virginia, Josh, Virginia."
"What the hell is there to do in Virginia?"
"It's where the BAU is located, Josh." I rubbed my hand over my face. Josh sometimes acted like he wasn't the brightest of minds.
"Get with the program, idiot." Parker grunted, leaning back in his seat.
"You little prick!" Josh shouted, pouncing onto Parker so that they both flew off the chair.
Welcome to the Special Forces, everyone.