North Wind, humanized. This is going to be a fun journey, just read it and see! Remember, I don't own the North Wind, or the Penguins of Madagascar, for that matter.
Happy reading!
The little silver car pulled into the parking lot, it's bright paint shining in the sunlight. It wasn't much of a struggle to find a parking space, it was a large lot, with few cars in it. Once the silver car had found a space and parked, the driver emerged. It was a teenager, around 17, with his short, neat brown hair piled on top of his head. It went along perfectly with his silver tuxedo, which crinkled a bit when he leaned back into the car to grab his bag, a neat, white backpack that seemed to be stuffed to the brim.
The teenager pulled the backpack onto his back in a huff. He looked towards the tall brick building station next to the parking lot, and hopped onto the sidewalk and began walking towards it. His backpack bobbed behind him, and he pulled a list out of his pocket and began reading it.
"Back entrance," he mumbled, in his British accent. "Elevator. Hold down floor 5 for exactly 2.5 seconds. Stop at negative 4."
The boy clutched onto the paper as he approached the entrance. But, like it said on the paper, the back entrance. He pushed open the glass door and walked inside.
The building seemed pretty normal, a sort of office building. After looking around for a moment, the teen looked back at the paper and then hurried to the nearest elevator. He pressed the 'up' button, and tapped his foot and looked at his watch, as the numbers went down. Floor six, to floor five, to floor four, three, two-
Ding!
The boy stepped aside as two giggling 8 year olds ran from the elevator. Then he proceeded to go inside, and closed the door. He looked down at the elevator buttons, and pressed floor 5. He counted.
"One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three."
He let go of the button and shoved the list in his pocket. The elevator began to descend, despite already being on what was suppose to be the bottom floor. The boy straightened his silver tie and brushed of the rest of his tuxedo, then looked up attentively at what the elevator indicated the floor number.
"Negative 4," he read, then jabbed the open button on the elevator, a bit too quickly. He pulled his hand back and shook it around, trying to ignore the slight pain of stubbing his finger. The Elevator stopped and the doors opened, revealing a whole new world.
This new world was full of shades of blue, white, and silver. The teen's face filled with wonder and awe as he stepped out, clutching his backpack straps. There were people running around everywhere, shouting orders. Just about everyone wore an earpiece, and were also shouting into them. The boy began to walk around, narrowly avoiding some collisions with some people, and pulled out his list again. He took a look at it and compared it to the place he was at. Then he headed towards one of the branching hallways, marked Agents.
Several minutes later, he approached a door marked with the name Professor Puffin. He straightened his tie again and smoothed out his shirt. The boy took a deep breath and walked into the room.
It was quite a neat and tidy room, quite small. In it was crammed a big wooden desk on one side, where a tall skinny man sat. The boy deemed this to be Professor Puffin.
"Hello, Professor," he said, extending his arm to the man.
The man frowned and pointed behind the boy. "Sit." he commanded.
The boy turned around and sat down in a seat that was on the other side if the room. There were also four other chairs, two of them already occupied, by a teenaged girl and another teenaged boy.
The boy sat down next to the girl, setting down his large backpack in front of him. He gave a short lived smile to her, and she gave one back, half hidden by her long and very blonde hair that fell over her face. Then she turned away to look at the boy on the other side of her.
The Professor stood up from his seat. "We will start now, assuming that the time has been given for the others to arrive. We will assume that they are not coming."
Just then, the door burst open again, causing the girl to gasp in a short fright. In the door frantically walked another boy, who hastily slammed the door behind him. He set down his own bag right next to the boy's and plopped down, looking attentive at the Professor.
"What was that?" the Professor asked, flabbergasted.
"A real entrance!" the other boy laughed in his funnily high voice.
"Quiet, boy. Let him talk." the Professor stated.
"Sorry, I held down the button for too long," the new boy explained, looking down at his feet in embarrassment.
"There is no excuse for that, if you didn't think you would be able to do that, you should have tried to come earlier." the Professor said. "You are Corporal Polar, I presume."
"Yes," the new boy said, nodding.
"What kind if name is 'Corporal'?" the other boy, with the high pitched voice asked.
"I might ask you the same thing," the Professor said, picking up some files from off of his desk. "What kind of name is 'Short Fuse'?"
"What kind of name? It's my name!" the boy answered.
"Good then, good. And you, girl, must be Eva Snow?"
The girl nodded attentively. "Yes, zir." she said in a Russian accent."
"And the boy must be-" the Professor stopped, looking at the feet he had in his hands. "They must have made a mistake on yours. It says your name is-"
"Classified?" the remaining boy with the tuxedo answered.
"Yes."
"That's my name. My friends call me Classy," the boy said calmly. Then he added under his breath "If I had friends..."
"What was that?" the Professor snapped.
"I said, uh, my wonderful friends!" Classified answered, causing Eva to giggle a little.
"Good, good, then. Now down to business." the Professor said. He put down the folders. "As you know, you have come here today on the authority of the North Wind secret agency. There will be no talk of what is to happen here to others outside of the agency. Please do the oath."
The teenagers sighed or rolled their eyes, and repeated the age-old signal and oath. "No one breaks the wind," they droningly recited, using two fingers in a salute on their foreheads.
"Good, good," the Professor mumbled. "Today we gather to assign you to your strike team. The people you see here in the room with you today are to be your future strike team, unless there have been sudden changes. Though, of course, that would be very unlikely. Our agency has spent many hours of work to assure all of you that you are with the right people and will be able to get the job done."
The Professor had begun to pace around the room, still speaking his speech to the children.
"Here today you have met your future strike team. At our college you will share a dormitory, and-"
"With a girl?!" Short Fuse interrupted.
The Professor looked over at the short boy in a glare. "And you will get your own car to share, complimentary from the agency. But it is only to be used for school purposes, such as meeting up with other students, getting around campus if you must, or any projects you get assigned to. We expect the car to be returned in perfect condition again at the end of the year, and we might reward you with a bigger and better one."
Well, Classified was hooked. He smiled widely in delight.
"After this," the Professor continued, "One of our agents will bring you in one of our VTOLs to the college. I expect you all with perfect behavior, not that any less is expected from regular agents if the North Wind. But first one if our agents will take you on a tour of the agency that we have here and show you choices of parts in a strike team. There are several that fit all of your strengths, and that is what will make you a great team. Now up children, let's go."
The teens all stood up, grabbing their bags. Classified noticed that Eva had a white shoulder bag, and that Short also had a backpack. The Professor showed them out the door.
"Your tour guide will arrive shortly. Do not stand in the halls in such a way that you are blocking other people's way," the Professor said, then closed the door, leaving the teens out in the hallway.
They stood there for several seconds, looking at each other, before Short proceeded to say; "Well that was interesting!"
Everyone else nodded. Corporal followed, "So we're a strike team now?"
"I guess," Classified said.
"Now what?" Short asked.
"Well, the Professor said that they were sending someone to show us around," Eva said. "And that they should be here any moment."
The group was silent for several more seconds.
"I don't think he's coming!" Short said.
"I think that's her!" Classified said, looking over at the other end if the hallway. Approaching was a short woman. She wore a long silver skirt, and her very blonde hair was in a bun. Her high heel shoes clicked as she walked over to the group.
"Hello, I am Madam Blue," she announced in her French accent. "Today I will give you a tour of this facility, and show you some career options. Then I will fly you to the college. Any questions?"
No one said anything.
"Good!" Madam Blue said. "Let's go!"
For the next hour or so, they walked around, Madam Blue showing them many things. They saw offices, strike teams, hangouts, some awesome technology, and many other things secured by the North Wind. She showed them the choices for job opportunities in a strike team. Some of them included: Medical Expert, Mapper and Coordinator, Explosives Expert, Leader and Commander, Technology and Inventor, Intelligence and Analysis, Secretary, and Muscles, just to name a few.
Nearing the end of the tour, the teens began to talk a lot, trying to get to know one another. Classified learned, for one thing, that Short liked to go by his full name, Short Fuse. He also learned about their backgrounds, Eva's parents were scientists, Corporals parent were military leaders and instructors, Short Fuse's parents were already working at the North Wind. And Classified told everyone just about how normal he was, his father was the mayor of the small town they lived in, and his mother was a simple schoolteacher. Madam Blue listened along, talking very nicely and friendly. She asked them how they had learned about the North Wind.
Short Fuse's answer was easy, because his parents knew. Eva's parent would regularly work alongside some agents. Classified's father had them on speed-dial in case anything went wrong. And Corporal once had to be saved by North Wind agents, who had evacuated him off a premise before an explosion. Madam Blue kept muttering "Crazy, crazy." She also said that if so many people knew about it, the North Wind wouldn't be a secret anymore.
The tour ended at the plane hangar, where a VTOL (Vertical Takeoff and Landing vehicle, as Madam Blue explained it) was ready to go. They all went inside it, and Madam Blue put in her earpiece and began pushing levers and buttons, then sat down in the driver's seat. The plane jumped several feet up off the ground, causing the teens to jump in fright.
"Just sit down," Madam Blue said. The teens all sat down at the seats behind. "We will later be transferring your cars and luggage to the college. Now everybody, hold on!"
Madam Blue pulled the 'accelerate' lever, and the plane burst forward and out of the building. It appeared up from in the middle of a field, and then began flying again.
"We will be there in five minutes," Madam Blue said. The VTOL was going at a smoother pace now, and the teens could relax and talk more to each other. They talked more about their interests, and we're starting to get to know each other.
"Here!" Madam Blue screeched, as the plane pulled into another hangar. They landed next to a plane that had a sign on it. Warning Student Drivers.
Several minutes later, Madam Blue had led them all by the dormitories. They walked into the one labeled Agents in Training. There was a lobby, sort of a common room, where there were some other college students around. Madam Blue led them up the stairs and to their room. Surprisingly, their room was more than one room. Actually, as Madam Blue explained, the building was split up for three strike teams, each team getting their own mini kitchen/work area, three bedrooms, and a bathroom. It was clear Eva was very thankful that she was going to get her own room, but the boys seemed very nervous about how they were going to choose rooms.
Madam Blue left them in their kitchen, and walked out.
"If you need anything, just call me. When I'm not doing missions, I'll be happy to help you with things!" she said, then left.
The teens first went to check out thief rooms. The smallest one, with a bunk bed stuffed into one side and a desk and a dresser on the other, Eva called. She set down her bag in it. The next room, slightly larger, had another bunk bed, and a window ands dresser and a desk. Both Corporal and Short Fuse wanted it, so they fought over it with a game of 'rock paper scissors'. Corporal won, and the boy set down his own bag in the too. The last room, the largest, had two beds in it, next up each with room in between, a desk, two dressers, and a window. Short Fuse and Classified set down their stuff in there, then they walked out into the kitchen, where the rest of the people were.
"Let's set some ground rules first," Eva announced. "I won't go into your rooms if you don't go into mine."
"No parties or friends over without everyone's permission," Classified said.
"We can and will help each other with school work," Short Fuse stated.
"Midnight snacks allowed!" Corporal remarked.
"Good," Classified said. "I think we're all on the same page."
Everyone nodded.
"Operation: College," Classified said, slamming his hand down on the table. "Initiate."
So, the North Wind is in college. Now what? Well, each chapter will be filled with fun shenanigans involving them and their dorm mates. I probably won't be able to update it very often, probably every week or so. After a few chapters, (I'll tell you when) I will begin taking suggestions for things that will happen to them. Please review, thank you!