You inhaled the fresh air, the briskness of it waking you up a little. You bounced in place as you waited among the crowd of new grunts, most just as anxious as you to formally meet their superiors. Almost everyone was dressed the same, as they all had the same stories for the most part; broke college students, kids who had to help support their families, and a couple of richer kids who abandoned wealth for mental security. You could respect them, just as they could respect you.
As you waited, you counted the pieces of clothing you saw. So far, you had counted seventeen blue hoodies, twelve grey, and two green. At least two thirds of the kids were wearing jeans, the rest had jogging or sweat pants. A guy a couple feet away from you was trying to smell himself discreetly, and ended up punching himself in the face as he put his arms down. You snapped to attention as well, wanting to make a good impression. Somehow, you were still the last, earning a look from a couple people, including an old man by the leader.
The tallest (Cyrus, you assumed) looked over the crowd briefly, and then turned. He marched onwards, followed by the other four on stage. A few whispered uncertainly, until a hand peeked through the door, waving them in. There was a slight pause before anyone moved, then all lurched forward as a unit. No one wanted to be left behind, and some people were actually pushing others out of the way in order to get closer to the front.
As all of the boisterous newbies got their eyeful of the HQ, he examined the crowd a bit more carefully. You accidentally made eye contact, which was a little stressful. Nice going, initiating an impromptu staring contest with your new boss. You're going to do great. After everyone had accustomed themselves to the new setting, the introductions were started. Cyrus, Saturn, Jupiter, Mars, and Charon were their names. You didn't pay very close attention beyond that, as you had already done your research on these people. You had no idea what they looked like before now, though.
After the short speech, you were all divided into five groups. Each went with someone different, you landing in the old man's, who you now knew as Charon. He prattled on about the science division he led, stopping to make the occasional joke or freak someone out. You looked down at your phone for one second to check the time, and next thing you knew, he was giving you a horrified look. A couple of older grunts looked at you with pity, knowing there was nothing that they could do for you now. Pocketing the device just as quickly, you let out a questioning hum.
"Stay away from water tomorrow, something awful is going to happen," he stage whispered.
You could feel everyone staring at you; amazing job, once again. "Why?"
"Something bad is going to happen. That's it. Can't say more." He carried on as if nothing had happened. After half an hour more, ID cards were handed to everyone, along with their uniforms. Uniform bags in one hand and cards in the other, all of you were sent home with the directions to be back at the headquarters tomorrow morning, in your uniform, at nine o' clock sharp.
When you got home, you hung the bag in your closet, and had something quick to eat for dinner. You thought about showering tomorrow, but quickly dismissed it. What if you fell and busted your head open, or something like that? No chances. Even though you preferred to in the morning, you showered, dressed, and went to sleep, ready for tomorrow's full orientation.