**Hi!! so I think I'm going to drop my other Sabertooth story (it was quite awkwardly written, I don't know what came over me) REVIEW pleaseee! I drop stories I don't get reviews on
PREFACE:
William Stryker flipped through papers on his desk, glancing up at the bored late aged teenage girl sitting in the wheelie chair spinning around the room. His eyes darted around, looking for her file, not in an urgent manner but more just for personal entertainment. Her chest length and layered dirty blonde hair swung around her face, the wind from spinning in quick circles making it fly around her freckled fair skin. She stopped spinning for a moment and glanced over at me, staring with her big icy blue eyes.
"So is this what you do all day?" she asked flipping her excessive side bang out of her face, her sarcastic voice filling the air. Finally, I shoved a file away in a cabinet, taking out the folder I needed.
Gender: Female
Name: Emily Austin
Current Health Status: Perfect
Service Group: High Mutant Employee
Firm Type: Captain Retriever
Firm/Mutant Name: Vigora
MUTATION: energy creation and manipulation, regeneration
--REGISTERED: Yes
SECRET SOCIETY:
--Cover: Traveling business woman
--LEVEL: Omega-Level
--EXTRA SKILL: fast reflexes
--EXTRA SKILL: trained fighter
--UNHEALTHY SKILL: control loss
Chapter one
"So this is what you do all day?" I groaned, swirling around in a circle in the wheelie chair in the center of Stryker's office.
He shot me a look, "I invited you in here as a guest to my office Emily, now start acting your age."
"What's my age again?" I asked, tilting my head over the back of the chair so I could see him making my hair fall out of my face.
"Seventeen in human years," he grumbled, attempting to file away a big manila folder filled with tons of paper.
I don't think I had ever been more bored before in my life. Every day on my life was on edge, living with risks around every corner. There really was no other way to live being a retriever for William Stryker. My job was to go out and track down and retrieve, hence the whole job title, mutants that he needed for his experiments. What did I get out of this? A shit load of money and the perks of having every need I had met at the snap of my fingers.
I began to make obnoxious noises to sing along to a song which was playing on the radio as I got up to walk around my boss's humungous and overly futuristic Star War's like office. His eyes slowly raised up from behind a paper he was examining from behind his desk, his glasses were sliding down his young thirty year old nose.
I shot him an obnoxious smile before bouncing back to the chair and sliding all the way from ten feet away to right in front of his desk, making myself burst out into a fit of laughter.
Stryker's lip twitched in the corners, showing he was trying to not smile.
"Gotcha," I winked and he let a smile out, trying to concentrate on his paper.
Plopping my head in my hands with my elbows on his clear desk, I sighed loudly and dramatically. It was slow this month in the office, Stryker had been working with a new and unimportant project which he tried explaining to me once but because it had no interesting parts, just a bunch of mathematics and other things I didn't give a rats ass about, I didn't really listen.
"Do you want a job?" he asked finally, slapping the paper down on his desk impatiently.
"Oh yes sir."
"How about you go out to the Canadian woods near Alberta. They are one of our good clients, so don't fuck up."
I gave him a short sarcastic laugh and he ignored me, "I want you to go find him which shouldn't be difficult because he'll probably smell and find you first. Then when he does I need you to give him this file for me."
"Gotcha boss," I snatched the file from his hand and waltzed out of his office and down the hall. Figuring I would be gone for a while, I decided to go back to my room and pack a bag.
Quickly sliding the key card through the giant gray doors and walking down the dorm hallway, I slid the card in one last door before walking into my bedroom in the office, revealing a decent sized living area with a deep red twin comforter thrown in a ball on a white mattress, black carpeted floors, and a ton of papers with profiles of mutants I had to track sprawled across the floor. I don't live in this room but it was a good thing to have when I had to be nearby the office for a couple days which was rare, being on the road or at my own house most of the time.
There was an old rusty colored backpack which I threw a couple pairs of jeans and shirts into with other things I would need like a toothbrush and whatnot. Since I knew that I wouldn't be able to wear what I was wearing now, my work uniform which was a full black body suit with 'WS' written on the upper right hand corner. I pulled on a pair of ripped skinny jeans, a maroon tank top and then threw on a tight black hooded sweatshirt over it. After slipping on a pair of sneakers and slipping my laptop and cell phone into the bag, I left the room and departed for the car which I knew Stryker probably had waiting for me outside to take me as far as the Canadian border.