A/N: Here is the fourth chapter. Thank you for the review, sweetheart 3 I hope you enjoy the rest of the story ;p

Platinum Plates

Oak doors swung rapidly on its hinges, smashing into the wall that it was connected to, destroying the delicate wallpaper. The loud bang caused by the doors slamming, echoed throughout the room as did the sound of the wall slowly cracking.

A tired sigh was heard from someone in the room. "Falcon, please, we cannot afford any more property damage."

Falcon rolled his eyes. "K9, it was cracked before."

"That's 'cause you were the one who made a crack in it." Another sigh followed.

The blond looked up to see a dark-skinned guy leaning against the large mahogany desk, massaging his temples; a whippet circling around the man's legs.

David Thompson
Codename: K9
Ranking: Senior
Specialty: Dog-training and master at techniques
Wes' bodyguard

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The repeated sound of wood hitting wood, bounced off the walls, redirecting Tarot's attention to the man sitting behind the desk. The man looked of Asian descent, his lavender button-down neatly pressed and his expression remained serene with a tint of a smile as he stopped hitting the gavel in his hand onto the wood.

"Glad you could join us, Tarot."

Wesley Montgomery
Codename: Sable
Ranking: Senior
Specialty: Master of all trades, Jack of none, Mastermind of the Warblers.
Father was an advisor; mother was a judge.
Family burnt in a fire.

"It's an honor." The blond replied, sighing relief as Falcon let go of his pinch on the blond's arm. He rubbed the aching spot with his other hand.

Sable gave a warm smile, gesturing the blond to sit on one of the expensive-looking leather couches.

"I shall give you a brief orientation as to what you should be aware of," the Asian started as he loaded a presentation to project onto the white screen behind the desk. Using a laser pointer, he directed the red dot to the projected slide which displayed 5 names on it:

Official Fraternity
Warblers
Way-wards
Warriors
Winter-storm

"These are the 5 teams set in Dalton Academy. We are the Warblers, the most elite group other than the group of elders, Official Fraternity. The Way-wards and Warriors are our neighbors. Although, please note, that each crew member must protect their own base and crew. We do not fraternize with the other crews. We do not abandon a crew member in need of help. We never betray our crew. Have I made myself clear?"

Tarot nodded in reply, thoughts raced through the blond's mind as he had caught a glimpse of the other two bases beside them. The new information seeped into his brain, he made sure to lock it away. He was sure that it would come to good use. Rules always had loopholes.

Sable narrowed his eyes at the blond; he was the master of all trades. He knew what the blond was thinking. "Those rules apply without exception." Sable said; his voice firm, stern and clear. Turning around, the Asian opened a drawer and threw a key in Tarot's direction. "You shall be sharing a room with Quest."

It was unexpected to the blond, hence why the key hit him square in the forehead.

Falcon glared at the blond. "He can't even catch a key! Sable, he would die on the field!"

Sable smooth down his shirt before sitting down on the expensive leather armchair that sat behind the desk, he gave a pointed look at Falcon. "That's why you're training him."

For all their differences, they are held the similar expressions at that moment. Given, Tarot may look a little paler, most likely for the fear of his life and Falcon did look like he was going to explode, his pale skin turning red slowly, most likely in rage.

Sable kept a calm expression as he waited for the undeniable outburst that was bound to come out of Falcon.

"What? Sable, with all due respect, I object!" Falcon yelled. "I cannot tolerate this… this cucumber!" He continued, pointing his gun at the poor blond.

Quickly grabbing one of the cushions, Tarot placed it over the muzzle of the gun. He wondered why Sable was plotting his demise at such an early stage.

A deep chuckle resounded from Riot; he found the situation extremely amusing. "Falcon's right. Tarot would probably die with him as his trainer. "

The Asian gave a calm grin at the three. "You do not make the decisions. My word is final." He concluded, hitting his gavel onto its pedal. "Your training starts tomorrow."

Falcon huffed angrily, storming out of the room.

"Riot, please follow him. Hopefully, you can control the property damage he does." K9 instructed, sighing deeply. Why did Sable have to do this? Oh well, the Asian did know best. He is the master of all trades after all.

Riot let out another chuckle before he ran out to catch the fuming brunet.

A loud boom echoed throughout the halls, shaking the main room drastically. K9 looked like he wanted to throttle Sable. "All the property damage." He groaned, sitting down to pet the dog sleeping next to him.

"Calm down, K9. We can afford it." Sable smiled, standing up to pick a file from a nearby shelf. The Asian turned to the blond, momentarily forgetting he was there. "Well, what are you waiting for? Dorms are on the third floor. Your belongings have arrived earlier today and they have been placed into your room."

The blond gave a nod in reply. "Thank you for this chance and for allowing me to be part of this crew. I really appreciate it."

"I only select the best, and in your selected field, you are outstanding. Nevertheless, don't get too cocky." The Asian informed, flipping through the pages of the file he was reading, his eyes never leaving the page.

With that, Tarot went through the double doors and made his way to the stairs.

"Aren't you worried that Quest would recruit Tarot and turn on us?" K9 asked, fiddling the whistle that hung on a chain around his neck.

Sable shook his head. "I know what I'm doing, K9. Quest, wouldn't do anything drastic. After all, the leader of the Warriors gave his promise."

"And you believe that?"

"Of course not."