As the limo rode along the darkened streets, all hidden away from the outside world through tinted black windows. “Now Mister President, I know this has been a busy few days for you so I’ll try to make this trip brief.” The young Asian looking man sat at one side of the limo. Dressed in an all black suit except for a red tie. He had said his name was Fang. “Of course you understand...” “Complete and utter discretion of everything I see tonight.” The President interrupted, having heard this already. “Well yes, of course. But I don’t think you’re quite... prepared for what it is I have to show you.” Fang replied, a smooth voice that showed only a brief hint of evil breathing through it. “Well I was told a few things about it before all this. That its some kind of secret CIA branch?” The President looked slightly uncomfortable, adjusting his patriotic looking tie before getting another sip of the champagne from the flute he held.
“Well not quite, we are technically a part of the CIA but we work completely under our own jurisdiction.” As Fang said that the limo had pulled into the parking lot of the Pentagon, where it drove up to a wall. The wall slid ever so gently open as the limo drove in. Where the door shut and an elevator like sound could be heard from outside. “Interesting story how this all began. Happened around 1950s, in Las Vegas. There a man started one day just... winning. Not small little bets mind you. He would walk into a casino, hit the big jackpot at some table, walk out, and have it happen all over again at another one, over, and over, and over again. The casinos all suspected him of cheating and it wasn’t until the cops intervened that the story really became interesting. See at one point a gunfight broke out, and the man standing right out with no cover. Not a single bullet hit him. Even when an officer got close no bullet hit the man before the officer’s gun jammed.”
“Look kid I’m all for stories, but what does this have to do with...” “I wasn’t finished actually sir. See... it turns out that the man had a particular gene in him. We’ve never really been able to pinpoint it’s origin or how it works, so around the office its just referred to as the ‘gift’. Soon after more people started to show up, along with things we had been trying to compress like magic, vampires, demons...” “Oh come on now you expect me to believe this hocus pocus crap?” The president grumbled, making Fang snarl a little bit. “You do realize...” As Fang leaned forward, his eyes glowed and just a bit of his cheek turned a deep blood red. The president gasped, dropping his flute. “You’re talking to a demon right now... don’t you?” Fang leaned back into the seat, relaxed as if nothing happened. “Now then where was I? Oh right. Soon the president at the time, Mr. Harry S. Truman. Had declared to the other nations a plan of action to control all these things. Thus the agency was born.” The limo had come to a stop. As the still shaken up President got out, Fang calmly adjusting his suit behind him. Walked out, shortly the President was led by Fang to a balcony where looking down he saw things that caused double takes. A woman who looked as much fish running to another area, a pair of men in lab coats hastily wheeling on a cart a large container of something lime green and bubbling. A large grey monster of a man with boney spikes sticking out of him casually talking to a woman sprouting large feathered wings from her back. “Amazing isn’t it? I remember when I came here the first time.” Fang had casually came up next to the stunned man, leaning nonchalant against the railing. “Wh...what is this place?” “This, Mister President, is the HQ for an agency known simply... as Project: Gifted.”
The next day...
“Hmmm... that was great last night babe.” Jake muttered as he heard her slowly getting her clothes on in front of his bed. “You weren’t too shabby yourself.” The girl stated glancing over with a slight giggle. Jake just smiling as he leaned up against the back of his bed. Once again the night club he went too brought another successful one night fling. “What can I say, a woman like you makes it real easy to get that kind of experience.” Jake slowly peeled himself out of his bed, smelling the sweaty musk that fumigated off of him. “Give me a call some time, maybe go out on a date?” “Sure, just leave your number on the post it notes on the fridge in the kitchen. I’ll call you back soon enough.” Jake replied.
He never does.
As the woman, with Jake needing a moment to remember her name. Kathy? No Jennifer... no Jennifer was that one in England.... He hopped into the shower, cleaning himself and grooming himself for another day of work. Sure the mutton chops and hair were all a bit unique. But he loved the look, plus it was usually the first compliment he got from women. As he threw on jeans, sneakers, and a gray t-shirt. He went to the kitchen, making a quick breakfast of reheated sausage and a toasted bagel. As he munched away on his food he realized he had left the refrigerator door open. He brought his hand up, making a quick swishing to the right motion. Which in time the door, even though it wasn’t very close to him, closed.
As Jake got to his car, peeled out of the neighborhood he lived in, and arrived to work. The office was abuzz with the traditional meeting of the newest President from the night before. Jake didn’t really care, he didn’t vote for the guy. Well to be fair he was in Atlantis when the elections happened. So he couldn’t really vote... but he wouldn’t have voted for the guy anyways. As he arrived to his personal office, a perk of his time spent working. He started to pull up the news on his computer while sipping a cup of coffee. Heavy on the cream and sugar. “You know you were suppose to be here last night right?” Glancing over to the door Fang glared over at Jake. Who casually took another sip of his coffee. “Well good morning to you too, woke up on the wrong side of Hell?” Jake snipped back. “This isn’t funny Jake, you knew we had an important guest coming.” “Relax I talked to the Boss ahead of time, he gave me the option to not attend. Its all cool.” Fang sighed mildly irritated as he started to leave. “Hey real quick.” Jake said to stop him. “How was his reaction to all this anyways?” Fang glanced back, smirking slightly. “Not as good as Obama’s, but he didn’t throw a cross at me like Bush did.” “Thats good, progress.” Jake joked as Fang shook his head before leaving.