#1—Hunter
Flowing cape swishing lightly around her calves, boots clicking evenly on the metal floor, J moved down the long hallway towards the door that would mark the beginning of her new occupation. She walked with her chin up and shoulders straight; it was a posture that matched her personality perfectly and—she assumed—would make a good impression on her new subordinates. Confidence was crucial. If they thought you didn't know what you were doing, they wouldn't take you seriously, and that could cause no end of trouble.
The door itself was shiny and well-oiled, and it opened with barely a sound. J took a few steps into the room and gazed around at its occupants.
They were all bored-looking men, leaning back in their chairs and scrutinizing her as well. What a surprise.
Eventually one of them spoke, a stocky, strong-looking man sitting near the middle of the front row of chairs. "So where's our new boss?"
"In front of you," she replied punctually.
Perhaps that half-smile hadn't been a good idea, for suddenly the room erupted with laughter. Folding her arms impatiently, J waited for them to stop. When it appeared they wouldn't, she cleared her throat and said flatly, "I was not joking. I do not joke."
The laughter gradually died down and she found herself back where she had started, except that large one's expression seemed somewhat distasteful. She scowled.
"Is there a problem?" she asked.
"No, er…" he trailed off.
"J."
"Right, okay, J. No, J, there isn't a problem. It's just that, y'know, in all the years I've worked as a Hunter, I've never heard of a…woman leading a Hunter group before—"
"Oh, is that all." J couldn't suppress a grin. "Then call me 'sir,' if you like."
The men exchanged looks, and some of them looked like they were going to start laughing again. Damn fools. J bit her lip, and then breathed in deeply through her nose.
"All right, you filthy bags of scum!" she roared suddenly, causing almost everyone to jump. "I may be a woman, but I'm more man than you lot'll ever be! I am going to whip you into shape, and if I hear one word of complaint it'll be the last you ever speak! You hear me?!"
The hunters swallowed. They understood well enough.
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J surveyed the wreckage calmly. The airborne base's crash had blasted a large area of trees in the forest to wreckage and started a fire. Clearly none of the men had survived—it was completely impossible, and the air reeked of death. Sulfur too hung in the air and filled the Hunter leader's lungs. She sighed deeply, exhaling smoke. Good riddance, she thought bitterly.
There was a cough behind her. "Sir…" It was the secondary commander's voice.
J pivoted on her high heels. "What?" she said.
"I…sir, are you…" The secondary commander stuttered, his eyes betraying the shock and fear of one of the Hunters' prey.
"Quiet," J ordered, "And come with me. We need to deliver these pokémon to our client.
She started off back to the helicopter, and her assistant followed her without another word.