Memory: A Team Formed (8 years previous to story)
With every job there comes promotions. When Yao was 28 he was given his prize of six years of work. Rome one day nodded at him and informed him he was now a leader of his own team. With a pat to the back of congratulations and some folders being handed to him, Yao was left to gawk and accept it.
The next day he realised not all that was gold glittered. His promotion came with strings attached. In the form of one Ivan Braginski, he had his first member of his team. The man was a reforming white collar who oddly, wasn't in white collar for the normal reasons. With the first signs of stress sitting in, Yao looked through the folders Rome gave him so he could have a few extra members to balance this man.
Hours later he only found one he liked, a 19 year old academy completer. His name was Alfred F. Jones and the look in his photo, in that man's eyes. It was too much like his friend to ignore. And with that Alfred was assigned to his team.
It took a few months for Alfred and Ivan to get along. But in that time they couldn't do much with computers save when they borrowed another team's tactical member. One day there was a folder on Yao's desk. When he asked the other two where it came from both of them shrugged and went back to doing whatever they were previously. With a groan the freshly turned 29 year old opened the folder.
Behind the flap rested a picture of a skinny blonde with eyes closer to Ivan in colour than Alfred. His nose was slightly upturned and glasses at the end of them. A quick glance to the name and age the Asian laught. "A sixteen year old?"
Matthew showed up the next day with a large sets of bags and a rather bemused look. Yao raised a brow as the boy claimed an office and started building a computer space.
"Um, excuse me?" Alfred approached the teen as Yao watched
"Hmm? Do you happen to have gum?" Matthew replied as he only looked up to see who was talking to him before he went back to building.
Caught off guard, Alfred fumbled for a minute to get gum, tossing it at the smaller before asking "who are you?"
"Matthew Williams, tactical genius." He said with a shrug. "Rome assigned me here."
Two weeks later, Matthew still stayed around. No matter how much Yao felt uneasy and he tried to call his higher ups, no one would take the teen off his hands. They got a case and Matthew set up a van. They learnt that day that there was a reason he told Alfred "Tactical Genius." With that, he was accepted fully into the group.
Memory end.