April, 07, 2546
Mother Of Invention, UNSC controlled space
21:30
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"Agent Ireland," He finished with a nod, turning his attention back towards the paperwork on his desk. I arched a brow, the words that he just said re-running through my head over and over again.
I looked around the room, wondering if he was talking to another person besides me. The room only held the Director and myself. I pointed to myself, almost at a loss for words. "That isn't my name, sir," I eventually said, dropping my hand back down to my side.
"It is, now. Your callsign, if you will. Your identification from now on, until the day you leave the Project," He said calmly, drawing more than one question in my own mind.
"When am I cleared to leave?" I asked, looking down at him curiously, the throught already creeping into my mind.
"Whenever UNSC clears you to," He simply replied, a dismissing tone in his voice. The door opened behind me, a clear signal that I should get the hell out, to put it bluntly.
I nodded at him, turning on my heel and walking out the door.
I crashed right into someone else, maybe two inches taller than me. His nose connected with my forehead, and the both of us stumbled backwards. Thank god the door closed the moment I stepped across the threshhold.
"What the-- Who the hell are you?" The man asked, rubbing his now red nose before brushing his almost shoulder length hair back, trying to make it stay down. The first thing that grabbed my attention was the single, green, highlight down the right side of his hair. I guess it's not any better than my own...
"Shouldn't I ask you the same question?" I asked, dropping my arms down to my sides, watching the armoured man as he watched me, his gaze evaluating me.
"Touché," He simply said, stroking his five o'clock shadow, a small smile on his face as he watched me, amused.
"What's with the green stripe?" I questioned, glancing at it before turning my attention back to his face, aware of the marines in the background, watching the two of us 'chat' if you could even call it that.
"What's with your face?"
"I give up," I said, shaking my head from side to side, moving to get past him. Before I could take a step behind him, he reached out quickly, his hand circling around my upperarm, stopping me in my tracks. I looked at him, arching a brow, not saying a single word.
"You the newbie?" He questioned, a bit of a more serious tone touching his voice.
"Here? Yes. UNSC? No," I said, shaking his hand off, walking away from him. He grabbed my shoulder, stopping me once again. I quietly sighed, turning to face him again.
"What's your name?"
"My real one, or the one they just gave me?" I asked, cocking my head to the side, crossing my arms over my chest once again.
"Let's just stick with your Agent name, for now,"
"Agent Ireland," I responded.
"Germany," He said with a nod, a small smile on his face, extending a hand in my direction. I looked at it for a moment, wondering if I should take it or not. With a sigh, I took it. I saw the smile as he pulled me closer, locking me into a 'hug'.
"Welcome to the team, Newbie,"
"If you knew who I am, you wouldn't call me newbie," I said with a light laugh, pushing myself away from him.
"Hey, we'll see when the... initiation fight takes place," He winked mischievously at me, before entering the Director's office, the door immediately closing behind him. I shrugged, turning away from the door, walking down the hall, trailing my hand across the wall.
The marines from earlier approached me, nodding at me. Suddenly, they seem like... they had more respect for me, unlike earlier. "Come with us, Agent. We were asked to show you around, and tell you what the Project is all about,"
He paused, as if waiting for me to respond. When I didn't say anything, he cleared his throat, motioning for me follow him down the hall.
I kept pace with the two, waiting for them to continue with the whole explaining thing. "Well, Project Freelancer is a state of the art scientific endeavour with one goal in mind: to ensure the security of humanity in a harsh and violent galaxy," He said, sounding like he's practices the same thing hundreds of times before, in fake enthusiasm.
"And all the bullshit that comes with it," The other one added with a scoff, shaking his head.
"Oh, shut up. At least you're getting paid"
"With what? Not getting the shit beaten out of me by the Agents?"
"Do you even get a 401k?"
"Do you?"
"Touché," The first one finished, nodding to himself. I sighed, knowing that I wasn't going to get any relevant information from the two of them as it was.
"Get on with the subject. Just tell me what to do, where my dorm is, and I'll be good. After that, you two can argue about the payment plan around here," I said with a sigh, irratated.
They jumped, as if startled by my voice. "Oops. Sorry about that. Tomorrow, you should be issued armour. Hmm, I wonder which one she's gonna get. What do you think?" The first marine said, turning to his friend. My eyebrow twitched.
"Hm..." He turned to look at me, looking me up and down. "Hard decision. Just looking at her-"
"Just get on with the whole showing me to my dorm, thank you very much. You'll find that out tomorrow. Now, is there anything else you need to tell me?" I asked, drowning all emotion from my voice, irked that they keep getting off topic like that.
"Oh, well... there really isn't much else to say. We'll show you to the dorms, and that's pretty much all we can do or say," One responded, nodding at me. I returned the nod, closing my eyes. Maybe it's the stress that's making me snap like this.
After walking in silence for a few minutes, they came to a stop in the middle of a rather long hall, each wall lined with doors. "Welcome to you dorm. Dorm Forty-eight. Remember the number. Last man who entered the wrong room came out a bit broken. Well, have a nice night,"
I nodded at him approaching the dorm, the door opening as I neared it.
"Wake up call it at eight sharp," He added just before the door closed, seperating the two of us.
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A/n: And so, the true story begins, and a character is 'officially' introduced. Meet Germany, crowd. The guy in the picture at the top, if it shows up. If it doesn't, well... I'll feel like an idiot. But, who gives a damn, right? (First draft, will be fixing it later)
Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter. More will be coming soon, my friends.
See ya!
-Seekers, signing off.
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