Seth sat on his bed, cross legged. He had his armor laid out, in pieces, in front of him. It really was a nice suite. Seth inspected each piece carefully. It was a lot nicer than his old, UNSC armor, and more advanced. He could tell it was brand new. His old armor had been pre owned.

He had heard some rumors about Project: Freelancer. They were the best of the best (other than Spartans) and were pretty badass. He wondered why they had even recruited him. They usually only recruited the best of the best. He wasn't that.

Sure he had skill. He could handle a rifle, hit some targets. He could take a punch, and give some. The fact was, he wasn't special. There had to be something else going on. Maybe they just needed more people. He wasn't sure.

Seth looked up from the armor, and scanned they room. The bathroom had a toilet and a shower. The cabinets had some medical supplies in them. The room itself was pretty self-explanatory. The walls were bare, and had no windows. The ceiling and walls were the same color. There also was dresser with clothes in it.

The clothes weren't his though. He assumed that Project: Freelancer had given them to him. Seth wasn't sure what to do next. The Counselor had just left him in his room. He decided to just wait. After a little while of sitting in silence, knock came from his door. He stood up and opened it. The Counselor stood before him.

"The Director has issued that you should be given a tour." The Counselor said, hands behind his back.

Seth followed the Counselor out the door, and down the hall. They both stopped, when they reached a set of double doors. Seth walked inside to see a mess hall. Soldiers were getting food, chatting idly. There were tables and chairs scattered around the room. The Counselor told Seth that they were moving on.

Their next stop was the training floor. They were in a sort of, observation deck. It was small, but looked out over the training floor. There was a large console of buttons. These controlled the training floor modes.

"We have a state of the art, training room." The Counselor informed Seth. "It has multiple functions, like hand to hand combat, lock down paint, and zero-G training."

"That is incredible." Seth breathed

"You are only to train between the hours of 10:00 and 11:00 P.M." The Counselor said.

"Why?"

"The Director doesn't want you training with, or around the other agents yet. He wants you to keep your distance from them for the time being."

Seth was puzzled was the Counselors words. But those were the Directors orders. Since the Director was in charge, he had to obey those commands. The Counselor led Seth back to his room. He told Seth that he was to begin training, in full armor the next day.

Seth shut the door to his room, and sighed. Why would the Director make his training sessions so late? Why was he not allowed to see the other agents? He picked up a data pad the Counselor had given him. It had his schedule on it.

Except for meals, and his training, he was supposed to stay in his room all day. That wasn't right. What was he supposed to do all day, twiddle his thumbs? He guessed that he would he just have to deal with it.

There was a note at the bottom of the pad, it read:

AGENT IS TO GET MEALS WESRING FULL ARMOR, AND EAT IN ROOM. AGENT IS TO HAVE NO AFFILIATIONS WITH OTHER AGENTS.

Great, more quality room time. Seth sighed, and laid down on his bed. He thought about his life, and the past couple of days. His life was a mess. He had just got recruited into one of the most secret organizations of all time, for no reason. That was not a good sign. He eventually drifted off into sleep, thinking about how weird his life had become.

OOOOOOOOOOOO

"Beep, Beep, Beep!"

Seth woke up to his alarm clock. He groaned, and sat up. Waking up in his new room was weird. He stood up, and went to the bathroom. He took along shower. He then attempted to get his armor on. He had no idea how to put it on. Eventually he had everything on, except the helmet.

He put it on. Nothing happened. No HUD or enhanced vision, it was just like looking through glass. He glanced at his clock and cursed. Breakfast ended in twenty minutes. He ran out of his room and down the hall. He would be damned before he missed breakfast. Seth vaguely remembered the path to the mess hall. He got to the double doors with ten minutes to spare.

He entered the mess hall and picked up a tray. He got in line behind some soldiers, and waited. After a while, he felt as if he was being watched. He turned around, and went cold.

A whole table of people were staring at him. They weren't in any armor, just P.J.s, and were just staring at him. There were five males, and three females. One male was very large, had a bald head,and was very intimidating. One of the females also caught his eye. She had bleach blonde hair, and was wearing purple pajamas.

Seth turned back around quickly. He got his food, and left, heading for his room.

OOOOOOOOO

York walked into the mess hall and sat with his teammates. Wash was to his left, and Carolina to his left. South was next to Wash, and North was across the table from South. Maine was next to South, and Wyoming next to Maine. Tex was next to Wyoming. Wash was sipping coffee, and Maine was eating some pancakes.

"Knock knock." Wyoming said, as York sat down.

"It's too early for your stupid knock knock jokes." Tex snapped at him. This made Wyoming shut up fast.

"Hey Wash, we have training with Tex after breakfast." North said. Wash groaned, and put his head down.

"One day! Can I keep my balls intact for one day?" Wash mumbled, in to the table. Tex heard this, and laughed a little bit, which was rare for her.

"Who-"

Wash stopped when he saws North's curious expression. The whole table turned to see what he was looking at. Someone wearing black and white armor had just walked in. They got in line, and looked really nervous. They glanced back at the table once. They put their head down, got their food, and left.

"Who the hell was that?" South asked, the question directed to anybody.

"He's a new recruit the Director brought in." Carolina responded.

"A new recruit? Why haven't we heard about this?" Wash asked.

"The Director wants to keep it low profile." Carolina shrugged.

"What's his name?" Maine asked. This made everyone jump. Maine was usually quiet. He barley ever spoke, ever.

"I…..don't know." Carolina said, looking down.

"Awww, Miss know it all doesn't know?" South said, snickering. This cause North to give her a warning look.

"South, shut your damn mouth, before I shut it for you." Carolina growled.

"I'd like to see you try." South said, a hardness returning to her voice. York sighed as the two females tried to mangle each other, like usual. Wash stood up, and turned to leave.

"I'm gonna go and enjoy some time with balls unbroken." He said, looking to Tex. This caused Tex to grin, as she got up to. Soon everyone had gotten up, and left. Even South and Carolina, who actually hadn't managed to hurt one another, left the mess hall empty.