I don't own Freezing ... But I own my OC's, Please R&R!

Steven wasn't a stranger to surprises, but at least the last one was new. He boarded the express train into the city. There was a small ding and the driver announced.

"Next stop, Central London."

He took a seat beside a young women and her toddler. The entire train stank of some strange mixture of ammonia and crap. He sighed and picked up the newspaper beside him. He flipped to the business page.

The Bulge Dinner is out of business, Steven frowned, he liked that place, they were the only one too serve breakfast all day round, and fuse lunch and dinner to make, luncher or Dinch, or what ever they called it. He flipped the page and nearly had a heart attack at what he saw.

Hybrid Inc. Announces new prototype NOVA Core. Steven folded up the paper and put it down calmly. It was that or crumple it up and scream like a mad man. He assisted his father's scientist on that project, and his name wasn't even mentioned! He pulled out his phone and entered his blueprint app. A diagram of a NOVA core appeared. The thing about the cores were that they never created consent energy. It was like a roulette game with them. Some times they created a hundred mega-watts other times a gaga-watt.

"Excuse me." a female voice came from above. Steven looked up. It was a teenager. Well, so was he, but he never attended a school. She was wearing a school uniform, so she must have a spare, or it lunch and he didn't notice. The tattoo on her neck line caught his attention, it was a dragon in a spherical form and in the centre was a hollow triangle.

"Yes? Can I help you." She smiled, "Is that seat taken?" she said pointing at the empty seat beside him. The young woman must have moved seats. Steven shook his head and she took the seat.

"So are you a student?" she asked. Steven looked over at her and gave a fake smile.

"No, I'm home schooled." she chuckled,

"Lucky." This made Steven laugh

"After you end up spending every second of the with you mother watching you from over her shoulder you'd wish you weren't home schooled."

"I guess."

DING! "Centre London."

Steven got up and politely said good-bye to the student. She handed him a card. Steven looked at it, it wasn't like a business card, it was more like a fortune in a fortune cookie.

Be ready, you life is about to change...

"Excuse me, what does th-" he said and discovered that the girl was gone. Like vanished. He looked around, the train was packed there was no possible way that she could have gotten off without him hearing or noticing. He looked back at the card only to find that it was missing also. Did I just hallucinate the last two minutes? He thought as he left the train station.

The journey to the office was uneventful, other then the hallucination, he dodged people, kids and had to cut through the Yule St. Alley to make enough time to grab a bite. He entered the coffee shop. The line stretched to the door. Damn. He turned and left, unsatisfied at his crappy day. He looked around the entire street was empty. Next thing he knew he was being attacked by a homeless guy. He grabbed the neck of his shirt.

"Turn! Turn around! Don't go to the Office!" Steven mind blanked. How did this man know where he was going? He caught a glimpse of the same tattoo that the girl had on his neck. Smaller but the same.

Steven was about to ask what he meant but he was gone, the fucking homeless guy disappeared! What the fuck was going on? He looked around, the street was full again.

Steven shook his head, and continued to the office building.

~OoOoO~

Upon arrival as he guessed the guards came to "Escort" him to his father. They entered the elevator. It was damn stuffy. Both guards were over six feet and looked like they could bench press a 1970 Jaguar. Steven felt the elevator descend.

"Isn't the office on the twenty seventh floor?" the guard to his right with blond hair and a large beard chuckled. "Ever heard of a private, meeting?"

Steven scoffed, "Smart ass." The guard chuckled.

The doors opened and Steven found himself staring at a white haired man in a lab coat. It took him a second to realize that the man was Gengo Aoi. Steven went up to him ignoring his father who was sitting beside him.

"Hello, I am a fan of your work." Steven said politely and shook his hand. Gengo Aoi gave a brief smile.

"The work you done on the N.O.V.A Generator was impressive, Steven, If you father allowed it I would hire you myself." Steven nodded, and looked over at his father,

"I'm sure you brought me across town for something other then introductions." His father smiled and stood up. Steven tensed. His father my look his age with his thinning black hair and wrinkled skin, but he wasn't short on intimidation.

"You have an excellent mind when it comes to real-time strategy, and military tactics," there was a pause, "So I'm sending you to West Genetics as a teacher of tactics. You be fling tonight.

Steven stood there dumb-founded. He wasn't sure what just happened.

"So, what does this job entitle? I know it won't be as easy as managing a class." Steven asked regaining his sanity.

"You will teach tactics, of course, but you will also be in charge of managing conflict and ... possible emotional support to both Pandora and Limiter's."

Oh my God, he's serious. Steven was about to refuse but his father interrupted, "Your stuff is already on their way there and you will be following after this meeting. His father moved in close and whispered in his ear, "Or Lindy will suffer the consequences." Steven blood ran cold. Damn that man! He then thought of something.

"Very well father," his father looked surprised that he agreed without a fight, "But, I would like our Maid Lindy to tag with me, after all I not very ... competent at adapting." his father gave a small smile and walked over to his desk.

"Favour for Favour then?" He said and pulled out a box the size of a toaster and handed it to Steven. He looked at the box, "What is it?"

"It's a defective version of the prototype. Stable, but useless, find a use for it. Don't really care what." Steven gave a formal bow,

"And Lindy?"

"She'll be on the plane when you go."

Steven nodded and with the guards left, to the plane. Gengo looked over at the CEO, "William. That wasn't the defective prototype was it?" William nodded.

"It was the Prototype itself. I need to test it under unknown conditions, the salty air, hotter temperatures. It would be useful data." William said sitting at his desk.

"You know your 'science experiment' is going to change his life forever."

"He's a tough boy, he'll manage."