This place looks too fancy to be vicious.
It was the first thought that ran through the blond's mind. Calculating eyes drifted over the high-class premises, judging and measuring the architectural design and security measurements as he walked past them on his way to the huge mahogany doors that sat on the front steps of the main building. Looks were deceiving and if the tall blond hadn't done his research and hadn't known its details down to a T, he would have thought that this was just another amazing country home villa.
His fingers drifted lightly over the raised designs on the door before pressing into some sections of the vine-like design. As he expected, the miniscule segments collapsed easily under his fingers. His ears picked up the whirring sounds and various clangs and clicks of metal pieces falling into place being part of its mechanism.
A small section of the wall beside the door rolled up. The lifted white plaster revealed a rather simple DNA scanner in his opinion. He has seen higher security standards. Placing his fingers and thumbs, one by one, onto the green slate of the scanner, he waited for the program to finish so he could be allowed in.
The eerie line of green light faded, indicating the end of the scan. He walked forward and as he expected the casual-looking wall lamp twisted on its wall attachment and turned downwards. Another flashing red light shone down on him.
Jeff S. Sterling
Codename: Not Given
Ranking: Freshman
Specialty: Profiling, In-depth Research, Plotting
A relived sigh escaped his lips as he heard the lock on the door clicked open and he couldn't help but feel excited for the world that awaited him on the other side of the door. The doors swung open to give him entrance to the new world that waited him.
The blond swore that his heart stopped and his breath was snatched away from him as his eyes caught sight of the metal bullet that grazed against the skin of his jaw, just an extremely thin slip from piercing into him that would have in no doubt shattered his jaw.
"You're going to die on the field."
Appreciating the fact that he was still alive, Jeff took a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief. His eyes drifted towards the figure that was leaning against the wall of the dimly lit hallway about 40 ft. away from him. Eyes squinted behind the glass of his spectacles to try and catch the face of the stranger. Shifting the backpack on his shoulder, he walked forward, towards the other just as the other walked over to him.
As the stranger walked into a patch of sunlight that streamed from a glass window (polycarbonate product, he noted, bulletproof), the blond could make out his appearance. Dark raven locks against fairly pale skin, shorter structure, leather jacket over a simple red tee. He reminded Jeff of a male version of Angelina Jolie for some reason. The gold nametag on his jacket gleamed against the sunlight, catching Jeff's attention.
Falcon
Nick Duval
Codename: Falcon
Ranking: Junior
Specialty: Sharpshooter
Son to the chief of the Federal Police
He could see deep brown eyes judging him and tagging him as inferior to the brunet.
A metal entity flew in his direction. Made out of bronze, he realized before catching it with his right hand. Curious, the blond turned the piece over in his hand. It was a nametag with the word 'Tarot' forged in it.
"That's your new name. Remember it. Forget your real name." The brunet instructed curtly, his smooth voice bouncing off the walls in echoes. The sound of steps followed as Falcon walked away, not waiting for the blond.
"Wait, Ni-"
BANG!
The sound of the shot was the first thing the blond noticed, the second thing he noticed was the pain that shot up his arm. His felt a sickening need to hurl as he watched the blood pour out of his arm.
The brunet stormed back in front the hunched figure of the whimpering blond. He grabbed the blond's hoodie and yanked him down to his eye level, ignoring the pained yelp. "Never call me that." He sneered, eyes glaring at the blond. He thought of letting go of his hold but decided against it, proceeding to drag the pained blond, who was now on the verge of passing out caused by the amount blood-loss.
With his conscious fading in and out, Tarot watched as his surroundings pass by him. The lingering smell of gunpowder drifted around them, slowly fading. Just when he thought he was going to slip into unconsciousness. He was constantly stumbling over his own feet as he tried to keep up with Falcon's pace.
Just as he was catching up with Falcon, the force that was tugging at him was now much stronger and before he knew it, he felt the air rushing past him and he was flying an-
CRASH!
Tarot was snatched out his daze by the sharp pounding pain that shot up his arm as he landed on his side. Eyes snapping open and mouth trying to scream out in agony but all that came out was a silent wheeze.
An exasperated sigh was heard. "His first day and you're already bringing him to the edge of death." Another voice spoke out from the room. A wave of the sharp scent of sanitizer struck the blond as he looked over to the source of the voice.
A short scientist- he guessed- was standing across from him, rummaging through what seems to be a medicine cabinet. His dark locks standing in contrast to his milky pale skin, which was just a shade darker than his pristine lab coat. As he turned around to face the blond, Tarot could see that he was Hispanic, safety goggles balanced on top of his head, about 5 different bottles balancing in his arms. A platinum piece on his coat gleamed.
Thad Hardwood
Codename: Elixir
Ranking: Senior
Specialty: Medicine, Bioengineering
Elixir gave him a warm smile. "Welcome."