The Lone Wolf

CHAPTER 3

Tycho's POV:

Stepping into the medium yet somewhat cramped sized office space where telephones range, loud chatter throughout the various parts of the office, keyboards keys being punched away at, Tycho allowed himself a chance to look the entire place over before stepping up to the main desk that was situated between him and the offices & cubicles located in the back.

Lining the walls from left to right lay several office doors that hid away several rooms and their occupants from view with new and old oak doors blocking entry to outsiders or open allowing the sound of papers cluttering, quiet conversations to be heard, etc.  Next to a office situated at the wall next to where he stood, sat several uncomfortable looking chairs that would make anyone feel unwelcomed here and desiring to either not come back or get out of there as soon as possible.

All throughout the room Tycho could catch sight of a few office employees and staff that he could only describe that they looked like they were in a worse possible shape for wear.  Many of the staff looked, from the clothes that they wore, like they had been pulled off the streets as they wore nothing fancy similar clothing that he currently wore though their appearances looked a lot worse.  Dark circles and bags under their eyes, skinny to the point that they were basically flesh and bone the very sight caused Tycho to look in shock at the poor folks as the next set of staff looked far different than what they seemed like.

Besides the few that looked dressed in brand new clothing, well fed and having gotten a full nights sleep over a grand period of time those that looked terrible would be best described as looked like they were slaves almost where they had to work all day to the point of getting only a few hours of sleep before having to get up to do it all over again.  The pale and thin like looks upon them suggested they didn't see much sunlight and were barely able to eat making Tycho's heart wrench in disgust of how they were being treated by whoever allowed this to happen.  This was definitely now a pack that he would think would be allowed to exist and a part of him was wanting to go about finding out how this packs Alpha/Luna could actually allow this to happen.

"Can I help you with something, sir?" a new voice broke him out of his investigation causing him to turn his head back to the front desk where he found a woman in her thirties.  Mildly dressed between fancy and middle class clothing, radiant skin coloring and a not so skin appearance although the very look of her caused him to cringe in disgust and revolt from the very sight of her.  It wasn't by the fact that she looked like she out of place among these people but he got the impression that the woman may be part of the reason why these terrible looking people, looked soo terrible right now.

"Uhhhh yeah...I am a new student here I would like to pick up my schedule please." Tycho answered regaining his composure long enough to get the answer out.  The woman took in his appearance as if to assess him before reaching down into a cainet set into the desk between the two of them.

Rifling through several pieces of paper chewing on her lower lip as after a few minutes of searching and not finding anything she turned her attention to him once more.  "What class are you in town, sir?"

"Class?  I am a senior if that's what you mean." Tycho answered cocking a eyebrow at the comment.

"Are you part of the middle or lower class of this town?" she asked, a irritation growing in her voice causing Tycho's eyebrows to jerk upward in surprise & a growing disgust of how things were being considered in this town continued to grow by the second.

"I am neither as I wasn't born with that kind of lifestyle.  The name is Hunter...Tycho Hunter..." he replied biting his tongue to avoid from spewing out his feelings about the idea of what may be suggested also to avoid from revealing too much of his identity which would come out later.