The Eyes of Fate (Currently in Rewrite)

Early Mornings

Sentinel

The Eyes of Fate Headquarters

Washington State, USA

October 2nd, 2019

It was early when Sentinel woke up, the sun just barely over the horizon according to the sunlight coming through the blinds on his window. A glance at his phone showed it was 7:00. Not early according to some, but when he'd been up talking with his new teammates until after midnight it definitely felt early. Still, he felt awake enough to roll out of bed and start his day. 

He glanced around his room, grimacing at how empty it still felt, before padding his way to the closet and grabbing some clothes for the day. Remembering what Fang and Ranger had said about training and working out, he grabbed a pair of track pants and a t-shirt and headed into the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and showered, then caught himself before he reached for his contacts that would hide his eyes. He wouldn't be needing those. He checked himself out in the mirror and, satisfied with how he looked, headed out into the hall.

The halls were empty, not that Sentinel was surprised. If there really were only six of them in this entire building, it could be really hard to find each other unless you already had an idea of where they could be. Sentinel decided to head for the front hall and see from there if he could find any of them. If he couldn't, then he'd just wander around and explore the building until he found someone or they found him.

As fate would have it, he didn't have to wander far before he found someone, since he crossed paths with Fang before he even reached the main hall.

"You're up early." Fang said. He was wearing jeans and a leather jacket, combat boots, and he had weights strapped to his ankles and wrists. He was actually breathing hard, and Sentinel noticed that his cheeks were red like he'd been out in the cold.

"I could say the same thing about you." Sentinel retorted, raising an eyebrow at him. 

"I don't sleep much, usually." Fang started to walk again and waved at Sentinel to come with him. Sentinel fell in stride with him as he kept talking. "Only a handful of hours a night, and not very deeply. I was actually going to come wake you up after I dropped my gear from my morning jog."

"You jogged in that?" Sentinel asked, eyeballing Fang's outfit.

"Yeah." Fang shrugged. "I believe that it's better to train in what you'd wear on mission. It gets you used to how you move in your gear. Of course, I added the extra weight so I could still get a workout while cutting my run short."

"Why'd you cut your run short? And how much weight is that?" Sentinel asked before he could stop himself. Fang chuckled and shook his head, which made Sentinel flush a bit in embarrassment. "Sorry, I don't mean to ask so many questions. I'll be quiet."

"Hey, don't worry about it." Fang clapped him on the shoulder. "It's been a while since I had somebody around who actually needed to ask questions. I'm always happy to answer, or if I'm not, I'll tell you." 

Fang stopped in front of a door, Sentinel taking another step and having to turn back around. The door was pretty plain, but it had a sign hanging from it that read "knock first", and Fang's name carved into the wood below that.

"Come on in, we can talk while I hang up my gear, then we'll start for the day." Fang opened the door and went in, with Sentinel following behind him.

The room beyond was similar to Sentinel's, except it was almost twice the size of his. The basic layout was the same, with the coat closet, windows, and bed in the same place, but everything else was different. The living area had two big couches up against the walls and a recliner between them, as well as an entertainment center with a TV on it. Inside the entertainment center were several gaming consoles, and next to it was a bookcase completely full of games from every generation. Against the wall next to one of the couches, where the shelves currently were in Sentinel's room, was a desk with a computer on it.