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Post by ludovico vincenzo salvatore on Oct 19, 2011 23:09:34 GMT -6
 vincent salvatore paced through his office, his grey sweater not betraying his location at all. while he was inside, he wore a badge at his hip, but it was only when he was working here that he was even allowed to wear it. but now, his office was about to be a bit more occupied. what did they mean they were sending a new recruit. . . and they weren't telling him jack. how is it that he could have been here for six years and they finally decided that he needed help? and they wouldn't tell him anything about it? running a hand through his hair, he sighed, he didn't even have a name. he'd actually started to get used to the silence of the office, nestled beneath the administrative building of st. brendan's,
but no, they just had to mess up his system. it was easy to hide him in plain sight, but throw in another person? hell, the school hardly knew he was there, what with the secret entrance and all, but it would be so much harder to hide another person down here too. and the island always looked at new people closely. that was part of the reason he was glad he came here right when the place was opened. he could easily hide in plain sight when everyone knew his name, they just figured he was some guy who worked at the school. he'd already asked once for this new person to be relocated and the chief had simply said that it would be good for him, that the team needed this. scoffing, he tossed the mostly empty file folder onto his desk.
well this is useless.
[/b] he muttered, glancing at the door that was still shut, he groaned and walked back over to his desk, sitting himself down in his chair, straightening the various files and papers that were arranged on the wooden surface. on the adjacent desk, the computer dinged, signifying an arrival to cashile. it had become such a rhythm to him, the steady inflow of people, maybe one or two a day, sometimes more, sometimes none. it wasn't giving him the tone though that said the person should be watched. glancing down at the mug of hot chocolate that was sitting off to the side, he lazily changed the colours of the cream on top of it, watching the colour spectrum shift from white all the way to blue and then back again. sometimes his power did entertain him, but mostly he did it to pass the time until whoever his new partner was showed up. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] |
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Post by genevieve dupont on Oct 21, 2011 20:00:57 GMT -6
 Genevieve Dupont was not happy. She wasn't upset either actually. She was more terrified than anything and that was because she hated traveling. Flying was just the worst and she couldn't stand not being able to feel solid ground. As a soldier, she was trained to not be effected. She must always be alert and not give away any signs of fear. She regulated her adrenaline as it was natural to her, and quickly closed her eyes for a split second before opening them again to see that the helicopter had finally landed on Cahile Island.
She hopped out of the opened door and saluted the man before her. He introduced himself as her escort to meet her new boss. She was thrilled to just be on the darn ground again. With a formal nod and a "Thank you", Genevieve walked towards the entrance of the administration building. It seemed to look like a school; odd place for a government facility. However since she was now Special Forces, being inconspicuous came with the territory.
Following her escort, she walked perfectly straight and balanced in her white blouse and black slack pants. Formality was important. She was no longer a marine. She hadn't been since.... well that didn't matter. It wasn't as if she could remember that anyway... It was then that the escort brought her to the door; the office of her new boss and new job. It wasn't nerve wrecking as many others in her position would act. To Genevieve, this was her job, her duty as a solider, a warrior, a fighter. She would do whatever she could to fight for her country and fight for her beliefs. There was a war going on that no one even knew existed. It was her job as well as all the other soliders, to make sure it stayed that way...
She knocked on the door and waited for her acceptance of entry. When she was allowed in, she couldn't help but notice how serious her boss was. This was a good thing. He didn't seem like someone who took things personally; another good thing because she didn't either. She barely had emotions really. "Agent Dupont reporting sir," she said while shaking his hand, her thin french accent rolling out. She made sure to look him in the eye and grip firmly to let him know she was the real deal. Many people underestimated her potential due to her looks and short stature. Those people usually ended up dead.
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