The car ride was a long one from what Isaac had read ahead. Hereford was all the way in the country, away from the sprawling metropolis of London and southern England. The driver didn't say a word and just left the radio on subtly playing some strange indie song that Isaac couldn't get into. The man cleared his throat. "I wasn't briefed on your arrival, Mr. Meza, it's quite a shock to find out that the CIA were getting involved in Rainbow's affairs."

"I know who you are Thatcher, I've read your files. Please, call me Isaac," Isaac said, "The CIA isn't getting totally involved, I'm here as a new member of the team. My connection with the CIA are simply some concerns of theirs when I discuss it with the team at my arrival."

"Well since you already know my name, Just call me Thatcher. I'm nearly the oldest one at Rainbow. Call me grandpa if you like." Thatcher chuckled. Then he raised an eyebrow. "Discuss?"

"Are you not holding a meeting for my arrival?"

Thatcher sighed, and cursed under his breath. "Ah shit, you're CIA. You're all about formality and punctuality."

Isaac chuckled softly. "I'm afraid I've been in the office for too long. It's been a while since I've been in the field."

Thatcher chuckled as well. "Well, you'll see plenty of action here kid."

Another two hours had passed between the two. The men didn't talk much except for mostly icebreakers and casual observations, a trait that Isaac knew too well. He figured that Thatcher was a hardened man, bordering on cynicism from years of service to the U.K. And the world, it didn't take a dossier of info to figure that out. Though the fact that he had a bleak view on world affairs, his moral conviction still held true. Isaac realized that when he had talked about joining Rainbow for the first time.

"It's been a good job," Thatcher started. "When I was with the SAS we were too restricted by rules to truly help those who needed it. With Rainbow, we can actually stop these bastards dead in their tracks."

"Yes, these White Masks are worrying. The agency still doesn't have any defining leads on what they pose to the world, or who and where they originated from."

Thatcher smirked. "Guess it's up to us to save the world, right."

"Right." Isaac cleared his throat.

The two stayed silent as they started to pass through the towns and villages of the country. Lush green grass, gray overcasts, and smalls rays of scattered sunshine strew about. It was quite enchanting, Isaac thought. The road began to slowly morph from thick concrete to simple paved streets, the green lush turning into scattered trees and wooden houses that gave a cozy peaceful feeling to the atmosphere. "Here we are, Hereford: Home of Rainbow. Another five minutes 'till we actually get to base."

"Very quaint, inconspicuous." Isaac commented, admiring the old village.

"Yeah, gunshots from base wake up the people living around us though. We get the complaint from townsfolk every now and then." Thatcher replied. "Ah, red light. Lemme call the boys and tell them to have everyone meet in the Planning room."

"I read that no one is on a mission, so that's means a full house. You think these donuts will be enough?" Isaac said, holding up the box he had acquired at the airport.

"Eh, I would say yes." Thatcher said. He brought out a cheap looking smartphone, an off-brand label Isaac had never heard off before. "Oi, Seamus, get everyone to the Planning room. We've got a meeting with the new guy."

Isaac heard some indecipherable speak in the phone. "No, he's CIA. Yeah yeah, I don't care, just get everyone in the same room."

Thatcher hung up and put down his phone. The green light shone and Thatcher started forward. "Everyone should be gathering up Isaac, you can have your meeting now."

Isaac smirked. "Thanks Thatcher, I hope that these members are as eccentric as their files say they are."

"Oh yeah?" Thatcher said. "How can you describe our crew?"

"Colorful, like a rainbow." Isaac laughed. Thatcher didn't say anything, but judging from his facial expression it aged him more. "Oh c'mon, that was funny."

The car finally stopped at a parking lot outside a fenced complex somewhat distant from the town nearby. It wasn't marked with any insignia or logos, except for a Union Jack flag waving above some other flags. US, Germany, Russia, and Spain to name a few. Thatcher opened the door. "Alright, we're here."

Isaac opened his door and took out his things and placed them on the hood. "I expected a smaller place." He placed his hands on his hips. "Blacksites are usually much more smaller."

"Hey, we get our own rooms so I'm not complaining." Thatcher replied. He pointed towards a building on the right. "That is the training grounds. We do whatever; hold training exercises, workout, weapons testing, shoot, fuck around or whatever these bloody kids do on their free time. The center building our main one, rooms are located there, as well as our planning room and armory. The building in the right is the garage. Helicopters and trucks are stored there."

He began walking ahead, Isaac quickly grabbed his things and followed after. "Do you know about the other new members following in?"

"Yeah, Six told us earlier the week, should be expecting them soon. Another Canuck is coming in, and we had a couple of boys from the SAS come in already." Thatcher said. He stopped in his steps and turned to Isaac. "They're not gonna be happy about CIA interference, the team I mean."

"I'll explain in it the meeting." He held up the box of donuts. "Hope these would appease them a little, people are less hostile when good is presented. A trait from our cavemen ancestors I suppose."

Thatcher smirked and chuckled at the remark. "Let's hope they evolved pass that phase while we were gone."

The two shared a laugh as they entered the building, hit by the air conditioning and heavy fluorescent lights of above. The building entrance had men and women dressed in casual business clothes filing papers, typing on computers and scurrying across the room. Thatcher nodded to a few of these people. "These are the people who do the paperwork, essentially running the show while we act."

"Nice theater analogy." Isaac commented.

"Thanks."

They made pass the short waves of cubicles and desks to the blank, gray hallway. "Follow me." Thatcher motioned, as they turned a few corners and halls to the door with ease. They finally made it to a barricaded, metal door with a plaque that simply said 'Planning Room'. He could hear the muffling and soft giggles of the operators that made up Rainbow. He pried into the noise, listening to conversations they held. Thatcher snapped him out of it. "They're inside, waiting on you."

Isaac nodded and opened the door and entered the cooled room and saw the wave of faces who suddenly stopped talking and focused all their attention to the man. Men and women of different nationalities and ethnicities stared with cautious eyes. Isaac cleared his throat, and headed to the front of the room and put down the box of donuts on the table. "Help yourselves, a little present before we get started."

Isaac's read all their files, he's seen all their dirty history with no sparing of the darkest parts. He knows what they can do and how they behave, and right now they're testing him. The largest man, with a shaved head and the hint of reddish stubble on his jaw was the first to break the silence and stillness. Seamus 'Sledge' Cowden never broke eye contact as he walked up to the table. His imposing figure was something that Isaac swear he'd see in a superhero movie as a goon. Sledge broker away from his eyes and reached for a plain chocolate donut, and made a small gesture towards Isaac with it.

"Thanks mate," the thick Scottish accent spoke out, "Didn't really have anything for breakfast."

Isaac knew first impressions were important. He kept himself cool the entire time, and replied back. "You're welcome. Please, feel free to take some." He gestured.

After Seamus sat down, a few others began to walk up to the table and pick off the remaining assortment. He recognized the few of them, most of the FBI and SAS members, a few of the GSG-9 members, and a few stragglers from the various other groups. After everyone settled down, Isaac cleared his voice and began.

"Everyone settled?" All nods.

"Good, because I want to get to the point." Isaac announced

"I am Paramilitary Officer Isaac Meza of the CIA SAD/SOG group. I recently decided to put my expertise into Rainbow at the request of myself and also bring a message from very high up in the Intelligence community. Rainbow is doing terrific in both results and intel, and the Pentagon feels to increase its budget."

Isaac started to walk around the area. "Ahead of time I've read all your files and I know virtually every detail of your past affiliations, history, and relationships between you and the rest of the team and/or family. Lemme tell you, Langley is not happy with the current state of peer relationships. Whatever convictions or reasons to dislike or avoidance you have for another teammate based on professional or personal reasons is not an excuse." Isaac made contact with the green haired woman known as Ela. The intensity of her stare back nearly matched the heaviness of the air. He broke away and peered indiscriminately across the room. "You need to cut that shit out now or else you'll be blacklisted. Langley and the Pentagon have no time or money to waste on pathetic problems that you have, especially when it dangers the nature of the whole Rainbow organization itself. Do I make myself clear?"

The group remained silent, a few nods scattering around.

"Good to know. I wanted to get that out of the way first."

A hand raised up, belonging to Elias 'Blitz' Kötz. "Yes Mr. Kötz?"

"Does this mean that your gonna put cameras in the rooms to monitor our activities? I would show you what I did by myself if you asked nicely." The crowd snickered at the joke. Isaac smirked at it, a blast of air going through his nose.

"Look, I understand that what I said isn't what you want to hear from a newbie, but this is a prime concern from the higher ups, they don't want personal matters to intervene in missions and in morale." Isaac stated. "So please, if you have any more questions regarding me or the CIA, I'll be done playing CIA and become Newbie."

Blitz raised his hand again. "Where are you from Isaac?"

"I'm from California but was raised across Southern California. I was on the move a lot." He answered.

"Now let me ask you," Blitz continued, "Since you're CIA have you ever handled Aliens before? I want to know if that alien that probed me is gonna call me back."

This caused more laughs and snickering, even Isaac had to laugh at it. "Hehe, that was good. Now, any serious questions?"

Another hand raised up, the slender arm of Grace Nam, AKA 'Dokkaebi' ever so dressed in obnoxious nerdy getup. She had a smug grin on her face. "So mister serious, how do we know you aren't going to be watch by your friends in Langley? I wouldn't want to break into your phone and find out what you're doing."

"If I was here for the CIA, I wouldn't have told you I was from the CIA. If you want to tinker with my phone so much here." He placed his phone down on the table, and offered it to her. "There ya go, free of charge." Dokkaebi pondered for a moment, looking at the black rectangle but simply smiled at him, satisfied with the answer.

"The last thing I want all of you to do is question my motives or my loyalty. As of now, my loyalty lies with you who soon will be shoulder to shoulder with me in the field." Isaac added. He took out his bag and dug out a folder from the insides and tossed it casually on the table. "I trust all of you, so I hope you can trust me. There's my file for everyone to read, no detail unchecked"

The crowd didn't say anything. Another hand raised, the thick dark arm of Miles Campbell, or 'Castle' by the team. "Before you turn into the newbie, what does the CIA know about these White Masks. Getting real tired of cleaning up piles when we don't a single idea who they are."

Isaac shrugged. "The CIA aren't very close on a lead, but we do know their motives."

From this, everyone listened in.

"From what we gathered, these guys are misanthropists; just dregs of society who decided that no one's deserving of life and based themselves on anarchist and nihilist principles. They find themselves by extortion, gunrunning and narcotic selling. With the money they hire mercenaries and buy weapons and equipment to carry out their plans."

"So we're dealing with anarchists and misanthropes?" Castle replied.

"Essentially yes, but they do the planning. From the intel the CIA believes that most-if not all- of their armed forces are mercenaries. One body we identified from a mission was recognized as a former homeless Vietnam veteran, almost untraceable." Isaac finished off. "They recruit worldwide and align themselves with criminal syndicates, terrorists groups, and other lowly scum. It's our job to stop them from destroying civilization."

The room fell into a silence as Isaac wrapped up his meeting. "As such, we can't risk having petty squabbles amongst ourselves. I recommend to deal with them head-on during your own time before we do anything involving our mission. If you can't do this, I'll be forced to bring it up in front of everyone. That's all, I… hope you all enjoyed the donuts."

Thatcher quickly came to take the lead. "Alright everyone, that's it for now. Go back to whatever the hell you were doing and get on with the day."

The crowd began to rise from the seats and slowly made their way to the plain door. A few shook Isaac's hand, and Isaac shook back. He didn't expect himself to be popular, but it was nice to know he had some likeability within the group. When it came Ela's turn, she glared daggers at him before she left the room, an angry look of her face. Dokkaebi gave him a cute smile as she leaned in and took his phone. She held it in her hand as she glared its black screen. "So, free of charge?"

"Free of charge."

The Korean Operator slipped the phone into her pocket. She winked him goodbye as she left the room. After her, few people remained there, most of them now leaving. One of the stragglers, Ash, was quick to pick up his files. She gave Isaac a nod of approval and he replied the same. The last person sat in the chair all by their lonesome looked troubled. Isaac had recognized as Zofia, Ela's estranged sister. She waited until all the others left before she stood up, making her way quickly to the man.

"I didn't realize how obvious my relationship with my sister was." She quickly replied, a blush coming on. "Had I known-"

"Mrs. Bosack, I understand the effort you're putting into making qualms with Ela and how she's been cold towards it." Isaac said. "But if she keeps up this playground rivalry, I will get the team involved."

"It's best that they don't, the last thing I want is to everyone to pry into my affairs." Zofia replied

"I know, I wish I wouldn't do but if it resorts to that then I will take that action." Zofia didn't say anything, rubbing the back of her short hair.

"Yes, I understand. If I can, I'll try to get her to cooperate into at least talking about it."

Isaac smiled warmly and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Family is important Zofia, and Rainbow is your family. For now, just try to make Ela open up more."

"Thank you, I'll see you around Mr. Meza." Zofia nodded and exited the door. He was all by himself, Isaac collapsed into the chair and sighed as he rubbed his forehead. This was a new ballpark for him, he wouldn't believe that he was here five years ago but now, well, Isaac was here. A part of the notorious Team Rainbow.

What was he gonna do?

Isaac had been pleasantly surprised by the size of the room for a single person. A large number of furniture and things occupied the room, reminded him much like a dorm at a college. A bed occupied a wall corner as a small computer desk was a mere few feet away. Near the bed, a dresser that seemed slightly wider than the bed. A small couch laid in the center facing a twenty four flat-screen TV on a counter, and in between, a decent sized wooden coffee table. On the side of the room, a slide door closet, full of empty hangers and nothingness. There was quite the few appliances scattered around as well: like a mini fridge near the counter, an alarm clock on the dresser, a DVD player, a lamp on the desk, a fan on the table, and another reading lamp on the dresser.

Isaac threw his bags down on the bed as he splayed across the couch and stretched. He let out a sigh, closing his eyes for a moment and letting the stillness of the air take over. That was relaxing until a knock came on the door. He made a small groan as he got up and opened the door.

It revealed a fair skinned, decently built man with cropped blonde hair, a warm smile on his goateed face. His brown eyes shone in friendliness, a trait which Isaac hasn't seen when he got here. Isaac remembered who he was from the files, a new recruit about a few months back named Jon Taylor, or 'Cutter' as he was called. He held his hand out to shake Isaac's, which he shook as well. "Hiya, name's Jon, but you can call me Cutter. Well, I guess you already know that from all the files you've read."

"Yea, I know who you are Cutter." Isaac replied. "I know everyone's name."

"You do don't ya?" Cutter replied, his Welsh accent puzzling to Isaac's ears. "Well, I get how hard it is being the new guy, but eventually once you've proved your worth in the missions they'll welcome you in."

"Thanks for the sentiment Cutter, really appreciate it but I think I can manage."

Cutter shrugged. "Ah, well, if that's what you think. Most new recruits go through orientation the day after they arrive. We go to the training grounds with paintball guns and see how well we work."

"Didn't know we did that. Thanks for the heads up." Isaac smiled.

"Yeah it's no problem." The man replied. The clacking of boots slowly crept closer behind Cutter as he talked to Isaac some more, Dokkaebi leaned on the wall next to Cutter, waiting behind the man. "Seamus and I are gonna hit the local pubs, wanna come along?"

Isaac raised a brow. "It's only two in the afternoon."

"Doesn't mean we can't get a pint. C'mon it'll be-"

"Ahem." Dokkaebi interrupted Cutter. "Mind if I talk to him privately Cutter?"

"Huh? Sure thing Grace, was about to leave anyways." He shook hands with Isaac once more. "See you around Isaac."

"Same here Cutter." And with that, Cutter left. Dokkaebi waited casually until he left the hallway, pivoting herself to lean on the doorway to Isaac's room. She gave him a curtsy wave of her fingers, phone visible in her hand.

"Ah, my phone." Isaac said. "Done plaything with it?"

"Just about." Dokkaebi said, bringing the phone to her face. "I still can't believe your password is just your name."

Isaac simply shrugged. "Easy to remember."

Dokkaebi snorted and let out a dorky laugh. Obviously not her real laugh, just another trait of her fake nerdy persona she invented for herself. Isaac didn't understand why she let herself be this false image, but he figured it involved her own personal reasons. "You truly are something Isaac." She said, tossing the phone to him. He caught it effortlessly, placing it in his pocket. "I like your family photos, doesn't seem like you have a family of your own though…"

Isaac chuckled as he stood up. He crossed his arms and smirked at the Korean. "Are you proposing something Grace?"

She gave him another thin grin. "Just making an observation. naneun honjaga neomu joh-a."

"The thing is," Isaac retorted, "it depends on if your alone by choice or by circumstance."

"Well, maybe someday we can be alone together, someday. In the meantime, enjoy yourself Isaac, after all what is loneliness without you?" She gave him the same smile as she did before, a teasing wink included before she leaned off the doorway and strutting away from his room. Isaac held the phone in his hand and fell into the couch, opening it up and going through his pictures. Nothing out of the ordinary except for a selfies that Dokkaebi had taken, peace sign and all. Some included other operators, others by herself. But Isaac didn't consider deleting them. In fact, Isaac had the pictures backed up. he simply turned it off and sighed, closing his eyes and thinking of what's to come tomorrow.

A/N: 3600 words, didn't expect to even make it this far in one day! It was at 400 words when I finished it yesterday. I guess because of the fluid nature of the characters and story I can write it easier idk.

Introduced the first OC, Jon 'Cutter' Taylor by Old Man Griffin. Minor appearance for now, he'll make a larger one later. Also, take a gander at the poll on my profile for Sexapedes of the Wasteland, should have the newest chapter up by Saturday!

Still accepting OC's! Would prefer non-SAS members! And also happy holidays and happy new year!

-Mister Bombastic