Police Headquarters in California.
May 16th, 2013.
The day was boring, and Eugene was turning round and round in his chair, until a foot slammed on the bottom his chair and jerked him to a stop. Eugene stared up at his boss, pencil in his mouth.
"Yo boss," He greeted, dropping the pencil on the desk, "what's up?"
His boss, a superior man with thick brows and a constant scowl, looked down at him, "I have a new case for you, Fitzherbert."
Eugene sat up, "oh yeah?"
"Yeah." He paused, "I assume you've heard of the Big Four?"
"Sure, they're only the most dangerous crew of people that-"
"Yes, them. We recently uncovered some new information on them. Keeping in mind that this information is strictly classified, we've decided to bring you in as head investigator."
Eugene felt his foot slip off the chair's leg and he gaped, "Me? What happened to Chester?"
The boss cleared his throat, "we had an unfortunate incident. Seems that The Ghost is much better at his job than Mr. Foster was." Eugene suddenly looked uneasy.
"Don't worry about it. Those files, I want you to look through them and know your enemy. Tomorrow, you'll be running point." He gave Eugene a sharp look, "do not disappoint me."
Eugene smiled, "no way, I won't!" He took the files as the boss left and glared, "why now?" he looked at the thick file and sighed, resigning himself to his fate. "Here we go." He opened the file and the first file inside was stamped "CLASSIFIED". He opened it.
"Merida 'The Demon' DunBroch… huh, nice name." He sipped his coffee, "age eighteen… EIGHTEEN?!" He spit coffee all over the table, "Ah, sorry people. Go back to your lives." He said to the curious or annoyed people who looked at him.
"Holy cripes.. they're kids." His hands gripped the folder tighter, "not cool." He continued to read, 'stands at five-foot eight. Drives like vicious demon out of hell, thus her name. She is headstrong and as far as we know, second in command. Huh, she seems.. sweet.' Another sip of coffee, 'Rapunzel 'The Escapist' Corona. Nineteen. Escaped a maximum security detention center when she was fifteen. She is also known for her lock-picking skills and her theft of a Van Gogh.' Eugene blinked, "whoa, impressive."
'Hiccup 'The Horrendous' Haddock. Seventeen. Known for being the tech of the group and having the highest intelligence to date. He's a hacker and has attacked people with many vicious viruses, even disabling the CIA's systems. Eesh!' Eugene shuddered, "boy, these kids…"
At this point, Eugene was walking around, getting more coffee as the last of his co-workers drizzled out of the office and he was almost entirely alone, 'Last but not least, Jack 'The Ghost' Frost. twenty or twenty-one, unknown. With the least amount of information.. the only thing known about him is his ability to fit into any crowd and escape without ever being seen.' Eugene looked up at the deserted desks and blinked, "I'm in serious trouble," He whispered.
