Being that it's summer I suppose it's time to start some more stories. So, here's one! So, let's start off with the disclaimer, which I'll only say once, I don't own anything! (Also note that I'm changing my format to try and be more organized. –smile-)
The dark haired teen, no older than sixteen, stood in the middle of a straight and tidy office before an empty desk. Her posture was stiff as she waited for the owner of the office space to appear through the door behind her. Her dark green eyes traveled along the room, though the rest of her body stood still. She stood just a few feet in front of a small, comfortable looking brown chair, placed on the edge of a small red rug that covered much of the small office's floor. Her eyes paused at the camera in the corner of the room, not so well hidden behind a tall potted plant, just as the aforementioned door behind her swung open.
"They always catch sight of the camera first. I keep telling Joseph to move it, but he insists it's a good way to test the new comers on their 'observation skills.'" A strict but friendly woman's voice drifted from behind the teen. "And, no need to stand. Please, take a seat. I'm Victoria Jordans, the headmistress here in the ghost hunting division." A red haired woman walked behind the desk, setting a file of papers lightly down as she took a seat just as the dark haired girl sat down.
"First off, I'd like to welcome you to our patrol headquarters. I'm sure a tour of the grounds will be offered to you at a later time. But first," Ms. Jordans opened the file on her desk, "Gray, Valerie. Correct?"
"Yes, ma'am." The teen, Valerie, nodded.
"As you know, we have three high ranked teams of patrollers around here, the ones who are allowed on field and undercover missions. These teams are divided into groups of three, by age. You will be joining squad three, the youngest of the three."
Ms. Jordans reached across the desk, grabbing a pen, "And I am to understand that you have been hunting on your own for well over two years now, correct?"
"Yes ma'am."
The older woman wrote something down in the file before shifting her gaze up to meet Valerie's, her eyes, a deep brown, watched the teen carefully, "Then, I must ask you, are you ready to be part of a team. The responsibility to hold the team together rests on the shoulders of all three of you and I believe Mr. Masters, the CEO of this corporation as I'm sure you're aware of, has an important mission on the horizons for you three. He holds your new team mates in high status around here, and, based on your history, he, along with myself, have been quite impressed. So, I must ask you once again, are you ready for this privilege?"
Valerie, her stern face breaking into a small grin, nodded enthusiastically, "Of course, ma'am."
"That's what I like to hear." Mr. Jordans smiled and she stood from her seat, walking across the office, and opening the door. "Now, if you'll follow me, there are two people I believe you must meet before I leave you."
Valerie stood, quickly following the older woman out the door and down the white hallway, holding no color. They passed several doors, all closed, though labeled with small brown signs placed squarely in the center, holding small silver words from 'cafeteria' to 'Squad 1' (Which also had three designs below it, a sword, a blue rose, and a red, flying bird). Ms. Jordans stopped in front of a white door at the end of the all, labeled 'Squad 3,' below which were placed two designs, a small black bat and a joystick with many wires circling it.
"Here will be your dorm while you are on the primacies. Now-" She was suddenly cut off by a loud bang and shout of a guy's voice, followed by a girl's angry voice.
"Keep your V-Cube out of my room Tucker! You have your own TV in your own room!"
The guy's voice replied, "But your TV's so much better Sammy!" He complained.
"I. Don't. CARE!" There was a pause, "And don't call me Sammy!" There was the slamming of a door, followed by silence.
Mr. Jordans rapped twice on the door, "And, yes, the bickering does happen often. But, they're sturdy team mates for sure. The teams become family around here, so I supposed it comes with the territory."
The door was opened by a dark skinned boy, his face adorned by black, plastic rimmed glasses, "Ms. Jordans!" He grinned, before it vanished slightly, "You didn't hear that did you?"
She nodded, giving him a look that clearly told him that everyone had, before she spoke, "I'm just bringing you all your newest team mate." She gestured slightly to Valerie.
"Oh! Hello. I'm Tucker Foley." He opened the door wider, shuffling a small box with wires attached, obviously his V-Cube, in his hands in order to shake hands with the new girl, "Don't mind the first impression. Please come in." He said sheepishly, walking over and knocking on a black door as the two ladies complied, one of three and positioned in the middle, along the left wall of the room.
A black haired, pale girl stuck her head out of the door, irritation clear on her face. But it soon disappeared as she viewed the two other people in the main room.
"Hello Ms. Jordans. Bringing us the newbie?" The girl asked, walking out of the room, ignoring Valerie's eyes narrowing at the title.
"Valerie Gray, this is Sam Manson." Mr. Jordans introduced before taking a step toward the door, "I'll give you all two hours to gather your selves and then I want the three of you down in the training room. We need to see how this team will match up. Miss. Gray, I believe you'll find all of your belongings already in your room." She gestured to the white door to the right of Sam's black one before turning on her heel and exiting the room, closing it with a small click.
"So, I'll see you in two hours." Sam picked a small book off the table positioned directly in the middle of the medium sized living space, walking back to her door and closing it.
Tucker clicked his tongue from where he'd taken a seat on the small, black sofa. "Don't mind her; she'll warm up after a while. She's not really one for a new team mate." He smirked, "She had a small crush on our last squad member, David. But…" He trailed off.
"What happened to him?" Valerie inquired him to continue, taking a seat next to Tucker.
The boy shook his head, reaching his hand up to reposition the red cap that sat on top of it slightly, "Oh nothing much, he got a scare after we fought this one vampire-ish ghost. He left soon after."
"A scare?"
He shrugged, "That's how it sometimes happens." His green gaze met Valerie's, "So, what can you tell me about yourself?"
"Nothing much, I come from a ghost infested town in the next district. More infested with banshees and poltergeists than the full form ghosts here or up north. But they tend to wonder in every so often. Especially this one blue ghost: seems to be attracted to boxes."
At that Tucker bust into a fit of laughter, "The box ghost makes it over there? Man, no one can capture that guy for long it seems."
Valerie grinned, her eyes flickering for a moment to the closed black door before she thought, 'This team mate idea might not turn out so bad.'
Valerie, all ready in her red suit, stood between an equally suited up Tucker, in green, and Sam, in a dark purple. They were positioned in the middle of a grey, cylindrical room with an extremely high ceiling.
Ms. Jordans stood before them, "Alright, I want a slow run, see how the three of you move together. Obviously I'm not expecting perfection, as this will be your first run together, but, make it good." She smiled, pulling a remote from her pocket and pressing a series of three buttons. She then walked to the center of the room, stepping to stand on a small circular platform. "I'll be in the observation deck above, I'll turn the set off once you all are done, got it?"
Three heads nodded.
"Good." She pressed another series of buttons, the platform unhooking with the floor and rising, like an elevator, to the ceiling, where it conjoined with it, sending Ms. Jordans from their sight.
"Well, you're the battle plan master, Vi." Sam looked at the boy of the group, who nodded.
Valerie blinked for a moment, "Vi?" She raised an eyebrow.
Tucker grinned as he pulled a PDA from his pocket, "Code name you could call it, we all have one. It's short for Virus. Sam here they call Bats, for obvious reasons." He centered his look at his two team mates, "Alright, as Jordans said, we need to get a feel for each other, so let's start with a layered triangle formation, Bats, you head up above, Valerie, you keep to the middle, and I'll go down here on the ground floor. That okay?"
The two girls nodded, each getting their sleek, silver fliers ready and jumping on them.
As soon as they got into position, Ms. Jordans voice came over the intercom, "Starting battle simulation 6 in 3..2..1" A loud beep filled the room, followed by several long wires stretching across the room rapidly, after which a giant green ball appeared out of the ceiling, plummeting downwards.
Bats dodged a wire, pulling from her belt a small, pen shaped object. She pressed a white button on it and it instantly elongated into a staff, which she used, much in the manner of a baseball player, to swat the ball downwards. "Ball coming down to you Tomato." She grinned into her headpiece, using a fake code name with as much sarcasm as she could muster.
"What did you just call me!" The red hunter called into her own headpiece as she shot the ball back at Sam with a well aimed shot from an ectogun.
"Just trying out names for you Val." The purple dressed girl jumped off her jet, landing on a one of the thicker wires and running up it in order to hit the ball again, diving head first off the wire a few yards before she flipped upwards, landing back on the jet.
"Sure, Eggplant." Valerie mumbled, clear and loud enough for Bats to hear, pulling her own pen shaped object from the belt, which she extended into a whip form, using it to hit the ball toward a wall.
From the ground, Virus, though fully focused into combing data into his PDA, had enough time to grin and press a yellow button on his headpiece with a grin, sending a private message to the red haired woman in the room above, "Wherever you found this girl, Ms. Jordans, I think you've found one hell of a player here, if you don't mind my saying." He could mentally picture the chuckle the headmistress would have from that comment.
Near the ceiling, Bats dove around the large ball, her flier doing a full summersault in the air. She then pulled into a dive, calling over to Valerie, "Keep up with me and keep the ball even with the two of us, don't let the potato drop."
"Got it." Valerie headed upwards, circling around to be even with Bats, her whip changing into a staff much like her team mates before they began a kind of game of catch between the two of them, "And you can drop the vegetable analogies." She could practically see Bat's smirk through her suit mask, though it covered her whole face, save her lilac eyes.
"Alright girls, stop the banter, I've busted the system." Virus called from below, "Jordans made the code hard this time. Let the bomb drop anytime!"
"On three smash it down?" Valerie called to Bats, who agreed over the headpiece as she began to count.
"Three!"
The two girls, in unison, just as the ball met between them, headed toward the center of the room, slamming the ball with a huge amount of force toward the ground.
On the ground Virus pulled his own flier out, heading past the ball and, his face practically connected to his PDA, pressed ENTER. A large spike suddenly filled the bottom of the chamber just in time to impale the ball, breaking it open and covering the floor with its green contents.
He let loose a small cry of, "Yes!" Just as Ms. Jordans voice came from over the loud speaker. "Not a bad time for your first run. I'm impressed." A hole suddenly opened in the ceiling, "Please, come in here you three."
The three flew up, retracting their fliers into their boots as they stood in front of the headmistress.
"Well now," she gave them a small clap, "I believe I was right in picking you Miss. Gray. And I hope your team mates agree." She smiled, "Welcome to Dalv, squad 3 Valerie."
"Thank you ma'am."
She clapped her hands together, standing up, "Now that that's over, I believe the two of you can give Miss. Gray that tour of the campus I promised her earlier. And if you'll excuse me," she was already ushering the three toward an elevator in the back corner of the room, "I have an important phone call I need to make." The woman pulled a cell phone from her pocket as the elevator doors closed, dialing.
"Mr. Masters? It's Victoria Jordans."
'Ah! Always a pleasure Victoria. I presume you have results from the newly created squad's first day?' A mans voice replied.
"Yes, I'm sending you the video right at this moment," She looked behind her at the computer uploading a video file.
'Good. I need to see if these three will be able to deal with our problem up north.'
"Oh, I believe you'll be quite happy Mr. Masters."
'I hope so Ms. Jordans; you did give me your full recommendation for this girl.'
The headmistress hid her sudden nervousness with an overly sweet, "You won't be disappointed Mr. Masters." Before hanging up the phone with a last, "Have a nice day." She walked over to the computer, pressing SEND before sighing. "Let us hope this girl will work better than that last boy. It really is such a shame David didn't work out, such potential." She shook her head in pity, "Let's just hope he's surviving at his new home."
Alright, question, comment, and review away. For example, how do you like the code names? (I'll be using them whenever they're in hunter garb) I had to make a slight edit after I uploaded it; I had forgotten to call Tucker Virus (Thanks Ohka Breynekai for pointing that out!) Also, I would like some ideas for Valerie's code name.
See ya'll for the next chapter!
Ghost-Wolf676 Out!