Gabriel entered the cafeteria, grumbling. His muscles ached from that purple lady's kicks to pressure points and weak spots. *Her file didn't say anything about combat training.* Jack and Angela waved him over, and he smirked, sitting down next to his friends.

"How'd training go?" Jack asked. Gabriel waved off the question.

"Same old Reinhardt."

"Oh, really? Is that why a trainee came into my office with a busted nose?" Angela said, Swiss accent cutting through his headache. He groaned, rubbing his temple.

"I forgot…"

"How exactly do you forget about giving someone a concussion and broken nose?" Angela cried out, shocked.

"You okay?" Jack asked, noticing his friend rubbing his head a lot. Gabriel sighed.

"A trainee was not like her file said."

"What? They check all information out."

"I know. Maybe Jack's paranoia is getting to my head."

"It's not paranoia if you're just suspicious of everyone."

"No, it's paranoia when you're openly suspicious of everyone."

"Gabe, that's not true, and you know it." Gabriel chuckled at Angela defending Jack.

"Yeah, yeah. How's Reinhardt handling you taking over, Boy scout?" Jack sighed.

"He's saying I need more training, and I have to agree with him. I don't know the first thing about running an organization. Speaking of which, I talked to Ana about your suggestion. She said if you manage to graduate before next year, she'll talk to you about it." Gabriel shrugged. Unknown to Jack, Ana had already approved his suggestion. all he had left to do was find applicants, his absolute least favorite thing to do.

"Well, it's not happening. Grampa is mad at me. Again."

"You did hurt someone during training."

"It's not a big deal. Better it happens here than in the field."

"Gabbi, it doesn't work like that." Gabriel groaned.

"I hate that nickname, Jack."

"And I hate Boy scout. We're even. You really need to take it easier on the trainees. I know you're older, but they should get a chance, too." Gabriel looked at Jack in annoyance.

"It's not that. We need people who can take hits and keep fighting, like the trainee who gave me this." Gabe revealed a bruise on his sternum, and Angela gasped.

"How?! No one's file showed any kind of ability like that!"

"It's a French lady. She has Curits Pigmentum Preminis Disorder, or something like that."

"I've never heard of that." Gabriel frowned.

"Really? It sounds medical."

"It is, but I don't know what it means." Gabriel heard the cafeteria doors open, and saw the woman entering with a pale skinned, brown eyed man attached to her by the arm.

"There she is." Angela looked and nodded.

"Ah. It's a skin disorder. She has too much pigment in her skin, making it appear purplish-blue." Gabriel nodded, taking in the other person with her. "Hey, that's Gerald Lacroix. He's in charge of Talon's investigations." *Lacroix? That's the lady's last name. Hmm…* "Ah, she must be his mysterious girlfriend he talks to over the phone."

"Girlfriend? Huh." Jack noticed Gabriel's tone, but misunderstood what it meant, getting a big smile.

"You like her, don't you? She beat you, right?" Gabe scoffed. *The lady almost broke my fingers just for trying to sit next to her. No, I'm not interested.*

"She didn't, and no. She's interesting, that's all." *Curious to know why she didn't tell the truth on her file. Or she did, and I just missed it. I'll have to double check.* Gabriel picked at his food, not really hungry. Angela noticed.

"Gabriel, you need to eat. Training takes a lot of energy."

"Not hungry. What's our policy on siblings working together?"

"We don't allow it." Jack said bluntly. "If one gets in danger, the other could jeopardize the mission to save their family, especially if they're all they've got." *That explains that.* "Why do you ask? You've got one we don't know about?" Gabe chuckled.

"Dunno, but Madre might want in." Jack rubbed his head.

"Isn't it bad enough she keeps sending-what are they called?"

"Conchas."

"Right, conchas-to you every Sunday. I don't want to know what she'd do if she was here."

"Kick everyone's a** in everything."

"Isn't she like 60?"

"53, but that won't stop her."

"I've never met her, but if she's anything like you…" Gabriel smirked.

"Better. I've got to fill in some paperwork." He stood up, but Angela pulled him back down.

"Not until you eat."

"I've already got a mom, Angela. I don't need a second one."

"Fine, but you won't forget movie night again, right?"

"It was one week." Gabe muttered, pulling his beanie down farther. He purposely walked past Amelie's table. They both were speaking in French, making him wish he knew the language. Glancing at her, he saw her lock eye with him, and quickly looking away, cursing mentally. *She noticed. Man!* He retreated to his room for a few minutes, but quickly got bored doing pull ups on his door frame. He walked to the file room, a glorified closet filled with personnel files. He went to Amelie's file for the second time, curious. Nothing was different, but something about her being the girlfriend of Gerald seemed off. He frowned, leaning back in an office chair.

*Do I tell Ana about this, or do I talk directly to Lacroix? I feel I should tell Ana, but if I do, there'll be an investigation, and I ruin 2 lives over possibly nothing. Hmm.* He went to the G's, grabbing Gerald's file. Nothing amiss was inside. He had joined at age 18, accompanied by his girlfriend, Amelie, nothing to suggest suspicion. It was completely spotless, and that made Gabriel nervous. *I'll talk to Ana, but I'll ask she keeps it quiet. If they are or aren't lying, I don't want to ruin their chances.*