Director's Origins

⚔︎Fault⚔︎

Once the three-week suspension was up, things went right back to the way they were before. Conner was back to training, a lot harder to make up for the lost time. There were nights he stayed while Baker sent the others off to bed. Keeping Conner behind to work extra hard and get the techniques down correctly.

Other than that everything was the same as before. Damian informed Conner that the penalty for going against your own was, in fact, six weeks suspension. Jones cut it in half simply because it was Conner. She just had to give /him/ the special treatment and it drove Conner insane.

He learned what it was like to be a team player from being in high school football, and knew if he screwed up he would have to deal with the consequences of his actions. If he were to bulldoze through the other players and knock them down, then he would be off the team for that week. If he were to do the same thing there in the CIA, he would get praised for it.

All of it continued to get on his very last nerve but there was little he could do about it. In the CIA, Conner wasn't a part of any team, he was the alternate, the secret force, the one they hold off until just the right moment. Not any team member and the other agents hated him for it.

He wasn't anything to them but some annoying kid that was treated better than them. So they went after him, picked on him, taunted him, and talked down to him as if he were nothing at all.

Things were back to the way they were and there didn't seem to be any light at the end of the tunnel.

After a long morning of training, the agents went on a break. Conner still stayed behind as Baker instructed him to. He was going to help him perfect a move he kept messing up on. He told him to stand the position and wait for further instructions.

Conner did so but before he could do anything else Baker held up his hand to the kid to halt. Getting a call from Jones, Baker stepped aside and took it. Conner watched as he spoke for a bit, he was seeming worried. That was something no one ever saw from Baker. He was as hard as they came and angry. But, this time his voice was worrisome as if he were scared.

Conner could read people fairly well and this made him a little worried as well. Whatever it was, it was something big and serious.
Another moment went by before he saw Baker hang up and turn around. Calling out in a louder voice than his usual yelling voice. He could tell there were still hints of disturbance in his tone.

"McAlister! Go suit up, right away and meet back at the helicopter!"

Conner wanted to ask what was happening but it was evident it was some serious mission. So he nodded, retracted his staff, and ran off to the locker rooms. Gearing back up in his uniform and loading up his belt and holsters.

Buckling up his bullet-proof vest, he took a long deep breath before heading out to the helicopter on the roof.

Once again he was starting out a mission not at all knowing where Damian was or whether he was alright or not. Swallowing that down hard he ran up the rest of the steps and made it to the helicopter, blades already in motion about to take off.

Running over to the open doorway of the helicopter, Conner reached up and swung himself inside. The other agents were there and once again Conner chose to stand, holding onto the handle. Looking over to Baker with the rest of them.

"Alright, once again we are being attacked. This time's a lot different. These guys are armed and will do everything in their power to shoot any of ya dead! This is where ya take your weapons trainin' to use. Got it."

Baker looked right to Conner. With his big rounded eyes, it was obvious how nervous and worried he looked. He had only ever used the gun a couple of times, all shooting at just targets. He still wasn't good at handling the gun at all.