A/N: So thanks for reading thus far. If you're enjoying what you read or have any kind of input please leave me a review. It would make my life. Anyways here's the third installment of XMO:A. Enjoy. I apologize in advanced if you find any mistakes within the story. I wrote this a while ago, it's a copy pasta. Sorry, It'll get better in two more stories, promise.

So this means yes right ? It turns out that joining this team XYZ thing does include housing and food and all that other stuff that I was worried about. Which just makes my stay here all the more comforting. I get to know Jimmy and Victor a little bit while in the car.

"So that was you on top of the roof watching us get shot up." Jimmy says more as a statement then a question. I give a slight smile and nod. I had forgotten that I had been spotted by him before spotted by the firing squad. Oh yeah my shoulder. There was a hole in my shirt but when I looked there was nothing there . How lucky .

"Sorry about using compulsion on you, I can only imagine how much that fucked with your brain." I apologize to Victor. I hope he can understand me through my slight accent . Which isn't that bad. I am half American afterall .

"Don't worry about it kid it's what got you here didn't it." He didn't look at me when he was talking but I'm pretty sure he was joking. Was that a laugh? He was wrong though I'm not a kid.I was about to reply but he was right. It was what had gotten me here. Literally here. We had pulled up in front of some giant house place. I opened my mouth to say something but no words would come out. I was in awe . I wanted to get out of the car and jump up and down like some kid, but that would just prove Victor right . The house was really big though. Like you have no idea. I tried to keep the same blank expression as Victor and Jimmy but that was hard. They had probably seen houses like this. But me? I live in a house made of straw and mud. Like the freakin three little pigs or as I knew them by ,baítlợn. [bah eet loahn] Same story diffrent language. I didnt have any luggage or anything. Shit... I didn't have any bags, I didn't have any clothes . I was stuck wearing these clothes that look like pajamas . Super.

"Well," Stryker said after a while. "Let's go meet the rest of the team shall we Anastasia?" I roll my eyes, he said my name wrong again. He's trying to make me American or Canadian or what ever. I have no idea where the hell we are but I heard them mention something about it in the ca- wait a second.

"The rest of the team? You mean there's more.." I think outloud. Stryker at my side he pats my shoulder.

"It'll all be fine." he says as he walks to the front and opens the door. The inside is as breath taking as the outside. There's stairs that look as if they go on for miles . And that ceiling . I could get used to living here. We keep walking and pass the heaven stairs all the way down to a hallway . As we got closer to the end you could hear murmuring but it was little voices? Like people were talking . Then it stopped and then I heard what souded like shuffling. Like people were running around and such. We finally entered a room with five men standing in a line looking straight ahead. They were at attention assumingly. The room wasn't that bad either. Complete with a couch and a small table and a box like thing. I don't know what it is. There was books that lined every wall it was like a miniature library. And then it all happened. I swallowed hard. There was not a single woman in sight . Just me... And I thought girls at home were judgemental. I felt so self conscience about my appearence. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and wrapped a strand of my own hair around it because I didn't have a string or anything like I would if I were at home.

"Gentlemen, at ease. These are our new members. Vi-"

"You didn't say anything about a chick boss," One man said. He looked very fit, he was carrying swords. Their attention goes from me, to the man and back to me again. I turn my attention to something else.

"Shut it Wilson." Another said. He was Asain like me."Well at least I'm not alone in that." Stryker cleared his throat and started again. He gestured to Victor.

"Victor Creed, James Howlett, and Anastasia Nguyen. Each very special, make them feel at home. They will begin training immediately."

"It's Anya, NOT Anna." I say. I meant no disrespect by saying so. I was just tired of this Annastasia bull. Anyastasia. YA. YUHHHHH. The guys all snicker a little bit. I blush and look down. This is a great way to start. "My appologies sir," I say quietly. Stryker lets out a sigh and starts up once again.

"Let's not make this any more awkward than it already is. Show them around and get them settled in." When he finished his little debriefing, he said "Carry on" and walked out . I wanted to ask him about clothes and my lack there of but I decided I was done talking.

"Well this is some party," Jimmy says . He must have noticed the awkward postition I was in. He's nice. "You all know our names , how bout you tell us yours." He finishes. No one says anything after a while a different man speaks up.

"The man's right fellas, Names John Wraith." We all nod in greeting but don't say anything. No one does. "C'mon fellas Strykers orders." The rest of the men shift into gear and step forward.

"Chris Bradley."

"Wade Wilson, swordsman extraordinaire."

"Fred Dukes." he says between bites.

"Agent Zero." I look around at all of them. I don't know if they're looking at me or at the other two. But I know I'm looking at that sandwich in Fred's hands. I lick my lips like a hungry dog. I haven't eaten since this morning. Which I guess now is a little bit more than 18 hours ago . I step closer to him.

"That sure looks good," I say looking at the sandwich still.

"Yeah ?" he says , mouthful.

"Wanna give it to me ?"

He laughs a little bit then says "No." Challenge accepted. My eyes lock onto his and his brow twitched a little. "Uhoh," Victor says as he steps back and sits in an armchair nearby . He already had a pretty good idea about what was going to happen.