Radar [Omegaverse Reverse Harem x fem!gang leader!Reader]

Chapter 2: The Force

Musa stared up at the large steel building, before closing his eyes and exhaling sharply.

He gripped tightly onto the small notebook in his hand as he finally gained the nerve to walk up the concrete steps and into the base of the people who worked to keep unity between the three ranks: the Force.

Everywhere that Musa looked inside of the building seemed to be a black or gray color, as the silver swirling of the Force glistened on every piece of furniture and walls. Even the floor seemed to hold the art, glowing like a spotlight had been shown on it as the sun streamed through the glass ceiling.

And other than the bored Beta sitting at the front desk, there were only a few others in the waiting area.

"Hey, Omega, what are you doing?" The ravenette immediately flinched as he was called out, before he tensed up as he finalized that he must've seemed pretty suspicious just staring at every detail in the room as soon as he had entered it.

"S-sorry." Musa stuttered out at the sight of the broad shouldered man who had walked up to him, radiating with the aura of an Alpha who should be respected. "I'm h-here to meet Agent Hazza, on request of Alpha Villegas." He explained in a frantic manner, unconsciously brushing his fingers against his collar as if making sure that it was still there. Just in case.

The manraised a dark eyebrow, before he sighed and ruffled his fingers through his spiked up hair. "So, you're the house pet that that Beta was talking about."

"E-eh?" Musa stared at the man owlishly, before blinking as he then had a hand inches from his face.

"Tyrone Hazza, I'm one of the officers here." The dark haired Alpha introduced himself. "Now come on, House Pet, we've got things to go over before I allow you to go out on the field." He stated, turning on his heel and walking past the front desk and towards a whole hallway full of metallic elevators.

"A-actually, it's...Musa..." Drifting off, the Omega groaned softly before he dashed after the taller male, attempting to keep up with his long strides.

The elevator went up five flights, before the duo walked out. Musa followed Tyrone as they weaved around maze-like hallways and dodged any other officer on the floor who seemed to be wanting to chat up a storm with whoever they locked eyes with.

In the few short minutes that Musa had been around the red eyed Alpha, he had noticed a couple of things about him. Tyrone Hazza was built to be a Force officer, shown just in the way that he held himself while he walked proved that to Musa. Also, very similarly to Musa, the Alpha didn't seem to want to meet the eyes of any other of his co-workers. But, Musa was sure that it was because the man was too proud to do that, rather than being fearful like the ravenette Omega.

Eventually the two had entered an office, Tyrone closing the door behind them as Musa curiously gazed around the square room. There were many black filing cabinets and tall bookshelves that decorated the gray painted walls, as well as a long red leather couch near the single window. There were also two red leather chairs positioned with a coffee table between them, stacks of files on it, and across from them was a mahogany desk cleared away except for a couple of books, files, and the resting head of a male who looked a little younger than Musa himself.

Tyrone let out a frustrated sigh as he walked past Musa, who stood in the center of the room on a dark gray circular rug that had the silver Force symbol, before he slammed his hands down on the desk and caused the young male to jump and fall backwards in the black chair he was sitting on.

"Ow..." Musa grimaced for the poor male when hearing his groan of pain, but felt as if this hadn't been the first time this had occurred. "Alpha Hazza, that hurt!" The male whined.