The Eyes of Fate (Currently in Rewrite)

Business Meeting

Sentinel

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Washington State, USA

October 16th, 2019

"Good morning, everyone," Sentinel said, stretching as he walked into the dining room. His sleep schedule was finally starting to adjust, so waking up early enough to join the rest of the Eyes before training started was actually possible. It was mostly just small talk and drinking coffee or juice, but it was a nice way to start the day and wake up a little more before working out.

He paused for a moment when he saw that everyone was dressed up. Rather than the usual ensemble of workout clothes or jeans, everyone had on a suit. The guys had black suits that with ties that matched their eyes: Fang's red with black stripes, Vyper's acid green, and Ranger's a dark blue. Oracle was wearing a navy-blue suit with the jacket open and no tie, and Chesyr had on a red suit with a skirt instead of pants. On the table in front of Sentinel's usual spot was another suit, black with a simple black tie.

"Somebody die?" Sentinel asked. He grabbed the clothes off the table and looked them over. They were all in his size, and looked tailored to fit, but he decided not to ask how they got his measurements.

"Nobody...yet." Fang grinned. "I got a call earlier this morning about a job offer. We've got a meeting in fifteen, so put that on."

"I thought we got all our jobs off the dark web?" Sentinel asked, pulling his shirt off right in the dining room. Over the past couple of weeks, just about everyone had seen him in some sort of undressed state, and it was pretty clear that they weren't judgmental. As a result, his modesty had all but disappeared.

"Most of them we do," Oracle answered him this time. She took a sip of her coffee before continuing. "There's a handful of customers that have direct lines to us, though. This is one such client."

"You guys must trust him a lot if he has a direct line." Sentinel said, buttoning his shirt. 

"Trust is a bit of a sticky situation with this guy, but he won't purposefully do anything to screw us over, unless his superiors order it." Fang said. 

"His superiors? Is he government?" Sentinel joked. When nobody else laughed, he raised his eyebrows. "Seriously, a government is hiring us?"

"Not just a government." Fang shot him a crooked grin, "The government. CIA, specifically."

Sentinel immediately wanted to ask a dozen questions, but instead he paused and thought. It wasn't surprising that the CIA would use mercenaries like them for jobs, considering their history. The Eyes of Fate were practically the definition of deniable assets, people who couldn't be traced back to the government, and they all were wanted for a myriad of crimes, except for Sentinel himself. What that told him is that they were probably going to be doing some dirty work for the government on U.S. soil, but the when and where was still up for debate.

"I can see what you meant about trust being a sticky situation." Sentinel finally said, tightening the belt on his suit. The others nodded, and he saw Ranger and Fang share a look. They must have seen the wheels turning in his head. 

"You don't seem surprised," Chesyr noted. "You know a bit of their history, huh?"

"Just from what a little bit of research can show me." Sentinel shrugged into his jacket, forgoing the tie. "It's not super surprising that they'd use us."

"Let's go get ready for our meeting then." Fang said, standing up and pushing in his chair. The other's followed suit while Sentinel slipped back into his running shoes. He felt weird wearing them with the rest of the clothes being so nice, but he could see that everyone was wearing similar but Chesyr, who was wearing stiletto heals.