First Year

⚔︎Indestructible⚔︎

A couple of weeks had passed by and soon enough, Conner was back to his usual ways. Training the agents hard and making sure that they would become more than capable and prepared to handle any mission that was to come their way. Still nervous about having them go out and one to never return.

So without many realizations, he taught even harder and pushed the agents passed their limits to build from that. Turning into the drill sergeant from hell doing all he could to make sure agents not only knew how to fight and take on whatever came their way. But to do it with confidence and be left asking for more in the end. The days were hard and long but crucial and just what they needed to get to that level of skillset. It was what he was taught, it how he taught himself, and it was just how the agents were to learn. Whether they liked it or not.
They did not.

Conner was becoming more disliked by the usual and then a few more have grown to dislike him as well. Deep down though, they didn't know why he was doing it the way he did. Not the /real/ reason of course, when they asked all he responded with was, to make them more than prepared. However, Conner didn't go further into it to explain that he did it because /he/ was scared.

Conner wasn't allowed to really show any emotion at all. He had to be seen as stern and hard at all times. So he did his best to build a hard shell to hide who he really was.

The Executives were already on his case, for one thing, the last thing he wanted was to get eaten alive by them even more. So he had to please them /somehow/ which made him seem like a joke of a person. Conner hated every second of it. He never cared what others thought of him, whether he was being friendly or blowing his top. Causing a scene or being polite, he never cared either way.

So all in all, he felt like a joke to himself. He didn't even feel like himself anymore, he wasn't himself anymore. When he looked in the mirror, he saw himself but when the way he acted was a completely different person. He couldn't recognize himself anymore, and he feared the longer he was there the worse it would become.

Conner and "Director McAlister" were two very different people, and one was taking over the other week by week.

"Director McAlister to the Executive's Office."

A voice rang out in the intercom and Conner finished up a demonstration before stopping what he was doing. Rolling his eyes, he told the group to keep it up as he went back to the intercom on the wall. Replying that he'll be right there and then pulling off his gloves. Setting them and everything else on the table.

He quickly grabbed his jacket and pulled it on as he rushed out of the training room. Rode the elevator to the top floor and headed the opposite direction of his office to the Executives. Conner reluctantly reached for the handle and let himself in. The second he did so, everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and looked to him.
Freezing a moment as all eyes were on him. It was something he would never get used to. Pushing that aside right away, he kept the door open behind himself as well as keeping his hands to his sides.

"Uh... you called?"

Speaking out, he always felt so weird and out of place near the higher-ups. They saw him as a thing rather than a person so it made sense for Conner's skin to crawl. That and having them all stare at him as if he were the latest model of the newest smartphone or some shit. Lightly flinching as after a long moment of silence one of them finally spoke out and approached him.

"Yes! Please, sir, come on in!"

Blinking and standing sort of dumbfounded a moment, Conner nodded and slowly moved further into the room. Another one of the higher-ups closed the door for him as he walked more into the room.