@BlackPanther The room he entered was a classic records room there were filing cabinets all over the place. Some along the wall and some in the middle of the room. The question was where was the file he was looking for if it was in this room. Most of the drawer were labeled. If he looked for a drawer with his first or last name he wouldn't find the file. He would have to look under his code name.

@KatherinWinter
Lucifer looks for his name for a bit before looking for his code name. Figuring that trying to look for that wouldn't cause too much of time to be wasted. His hands moving quickly as he searches, knowing that he is running slowly out of time. Feeling as if an hourglass with it sands slowly spilling into the bottom was lurking over him.

@BlackPanther
Once he looked for his code name he would find his file. But before he could look at it the room faded out and he was back in the stimulation room. Sean was standing there waiting for him. "You're late. Isa has already returned. Why did retrieving a simple file take more time then killing a pimp?" He didn't like that Lucifer had taken so long. The assignment shouldn't have been that hard.

@KatherinWinter
Lucifer slowly gets readjusted to 'reality' and stands. "You gave me a day to do it, I wanted to do it right" He then stands there, staring at him. If he was to be punished then fine. He waits for the verdict, after all usually he doesnt get that much time to do anything so he tried to make sure he did everything right...sue him.

Fiona sauntered into the cafeteria like she owned the place, neverminding the guards who stood at either side of her, nor the closed shackles that kept her hands contained behind her back. Her ears swiveled back and forth, taking in the myriad of hushed voices that filled the room, her hazel eyes scanning back and forth ahead of her. She shifted back and forth on her hips until the guards stopped her progression, and she glanced back at them in subtle confusion. As they reached to remove her shackles, she easily unhinged her shoulders, shifting her arms over her head and around to her front, offering the her hands out to the guards proudly with a toothy grin. They did not seem amused and simply unlocked her shackles, turning her and shoving her out into the open. She stuck out her tongue to their turned backs.

Shifting her eyes back into the room ahead of her, she scanned the people who stood before her, and could tell from their smell that they, like her, we're definitely something else, something other than human. Unlike her, they looked human, but they smelled feral, wild, harsh. Her ears laid back against her hair, neatly pulled back in a wavy half ponytail, and she moved forward slowly, inquisitively. The food smelled delicious, but even her rumbling stomach couldn't shake the nerves. She had performed in front of hundreds before, why would a room with so few people in it worry her. Something about this room, this place, these people, didn't seem right. She took a deep breath and let a smile light up her face.

"Hello there!" she chirped cheerily.

The passing swipe at her docked tail nub made her back arch in surprise and she covered it with her hands. She turned her head and watched the tiger make his way to the table. She squished her face a bit in disconcert, but made her way to follow him to the table warily, her nubbed tail wiggling slowly, low and cautious. Her ears pressed back against her head, almost blending in with her hair, and she glanced at the food out of the corner of her eye. It did look delicious, but she was very obviously in the presence of something much wilder and no doubt more dangerous than she. She cleared her throat to ensure she could get his attention.

"You know, where I come from, it's customary to get a lass's name before swatting her backside." She said with a smirk, sounding much braver than she felt. Here she was, in a strange place, with stranger people, in a much stranger body than she remembered, and she had way less answers than she liked. Though she was accustomed to strange new places and strange new faces, a little more familiarity would make all the difference in the world to her right now. "How about this, I'll start." She put a furred hand on her chest and attempted to lock eye contact. "I'm Fiona, er," she looked at the dog tags around her neck, with which she had only very, very recently become acquainted with, "code name, Shepherd." She said, letting them fall back against her chest. "And you are?"

@Tracyarmav

Nervous, but too proud to show it, Alana sidles into the cafeteria, escorted by two guards. She readjusted her sweatshirt, trying to cover the mass of her folded wings. They were impressive, Alana was certain of that. But they were very easy to notice, making her a target. She was terrified but refused to let anyone see, remembering her father's advice years ago about showing your best self. Scanning the room, Alana notices several other teens around; particularly a short, furred brunette who seemed to be edging towards what looked like a Tiger. Amused at the sight Alana decided to skirt the edge of the room, making her way to the table, piled high with food. Seems the downside to flight is needing the energy to sustain it she mused. That was going to be an interesting problem. The wings were easy enough to get used to, the constant eating would take some getting used to. Hoping she wont attract too much attention, Alana loads a plate.

@BlackPanther@Tracyarmav@Morningglory@L4dyH4wke
"Lucifer and Isa I would like you to meet our two new graduates Alana and Fiona. The will be spending the day with you. We are going to do 1 on 1 combat. You can have a few minutes to decide who goes against who. Then we will go to the arena. I hope for your sake that these fights go better then your last couple of assignments have. Isa and Lucifer we will discuss your rewards on we are done for the day." Sean stated.

@Morningglory
Lucifer rolled his eyes before looking at both girls. Figuring one of them was a canine and that would be fair he heads over to her. "Hi there...guessing you become a canine of some sort?" his face and upper body covered once again by his hoodie. Having it back put him in a much better mood. This time around though, he was going to put up the image of a friendly easy to attack guy. It would give him an advantage.

Fiona's ears perked up when she heard her name, and shifted a wary hazel eye between the man who had swiped at her, who must be the one named Isa, and the man in the hoodie, vaguely thinking of ignoring him before quickly thinking better of it. She turned towards him to give her full attention, but not before sticking her tongue out at the tiger mockingly, a tiny flash of pink between her lips, gone as quick as it had come. When the hooded man mentioned her obvious canine attributes, she shifted hip to hip a bit, still somewhat uncomfortable with her new, strange form. "I would assume so, yes, some kind of canine sounds about on the mark." She replied, offhandedly, letting that same-old-showbiz upbringing talk for her.

She wasn't stupid. As if the feline hadn't been feral enough, this guy seemed to be much more imposing. There was no softness or joking to him, despite the fact he seemed to be in a fairly good mood. Fiona could only shudder to picture him in a bad one. He clearly smelled canine, but it wasn't her kind of canine, something with more force, more power, and he was sizing her up. She didn't like it. There was not much of her to size.

Fiona took a deep breath, "So, Lucifer, is it?" She mused, strolling up to him, letting her body glide on her flexible joints. "You, and me, in one on one combat? Hardly seems fair, does it? I mean, you're easily, what, thrice my size? You must lift a mean 300, at least." She said, looking him over with a low whistle. "You must be some kinda canine, too." She said plainly, raising her eyebrows for extra emphasis.

@BlackPanther@Tracyarmav

@Morningglory
Lucifer chuckles and in one swift motion lowers his hood. His feral eyes becoming visible along with some of his multiple scars. He could feel himself becoming bolder, less shy about his scars. Must be a side effect of the dire wolf genes. "Lupin..dire wolf to be specific" He tilts his head. "While I may be larger, you are smaller. Your speed can easily go up to me." Of course, he isn't going to mention that he is quick to. Quick fingers, quick body, fairly quick mind all things that kept him alive. Odd that she noticed his muscles, since his hoodie and clothes generally make him seem scrawny. "I think it could be quite the fight. now your choice full animal or...not?" He hasn't tried just going half way yet, but maybe he could do it. Considering his animal that would probably look like a werewolf straight from the van helsing movie.

@BlackPanther
Fiona gave him a wry smile, taking in his face, eyes, scars and all. He didn't need to be naked for her to see how he moved and stood. He stood with his back straight, which could have just been good posture, but more than likely it meant he had back muscles strong enough to hold up the big shoulders that sat atop them. In order for that to be true, it would have to mean that his chest and front would be strong enough to balance them out. It also meant that he would have had to be doing something with his life that would mean his entire upper body would be just as strong, at least. And a not just a wolf, but a dire wolf on top of that? Didn't surprise her. He moved like an apex predator, despite the lighter hearted demeanor he was putting forth.

Offering her the choice of form didn't sound much like a choice to her. Frying pan or fire? Neither really sounded appealing. Go full animal and lose the use of her hands, or show him that she couldn't switch back to full human, that she was indeed stuck in this half-dog form, and probably get eaten either way. She'd have to think fast. She reached up, patted his shoulder and grinned, "Aw sweetheart, you don't have to get all dressed up for me. I think you're pretty just the way you are." She drawled sweetly in her rich Irish brough. Her smart mouth would probably get her killed someday, and today was as good a day as any.

She slid her jacket off her shoulders and tied it around her hips, leaving her mottled, furred upper torso bare, save the army green tank top she'd been issued. She brushed off the knees of her leggings and stood up straight, stretching to her full four foot height, smirking at the bottom of his sternum. She motioned back towards the table, and the other recruits, with a tilt of her head. "So, do you think they like to watch, or are we adjourning to the boudoir?"

@Morningglory@BlackPanther
"Not here. Let's go to the arena. The winner will get a reward. The loser wont. What the loser gets depends on how badly they lose. Remember that the idea here is for you to became skilled and strong enough to take on missions deemed dangerous for ordinary soldiers." Sean said as he indicated for the guards to make sure that the teens follow him. He took them to the stairs and down to the next floor. He made his way to the far side of the building where a large indoor arena had been set up.

@Morningglory
Lucifer chuckles. "why thank you sweetheart" another chuckle. When she gestures toward the table he shrugs. "no idea...Isa and I haven't fully gotten along" He focuses back on her. "Im sorry we have to fight" He actually means it, she seemed nice...a bit obnoxious, but considering his sarcasm he didn't mind it. His attention then was pulled to Sean and he nods as he follows the guards.

Once in the arena he unzips his hoodie and pulls off his shirt. Both end up in a pile by the entrance, his upper body scars now basically visible for all. The clean surgical looking scars that looked deeper then the ragged harsh scars. The large Y scar on his front showing what the sicko scientist did to him....opened him up like a dead body. The worst part being that there was no evidence of stitches. He walks to the center and turns facing Fiona. His head tilts and he waits. He is letting her make the first move.

@BlackPanther@KatherinWinter
Fiona followed Sean disinterestedly, decidedly unhappy that the buffer of other people was now unavailable to her. She silently glared at the back of Sean's head. This was going from bad to worse.

Upon arriving in the arena, Fiona stretched her arms in front of her body and watched her opponent warily. Scars, lots of scars. More than any normal or sane person should have. She raised an eyebrow, but didn't let the shock show on her face. He was sorry? For what? For mauling her by the end of this mess? She'd be lucky to get out of this alive. A bead of sweat rolled down the base of her spine, and her heart thundered in her ears. She could feel the adrenaline hit her blood, her muscles tight and promising of a thousand pains to come. She swallowed hard and stood as straight and tall as she could. No matter the nerves and fear, the show must go on.

He was going to let her make the first move. Cute. She dried her palms on her pants and slowly started sidling to her right, watching him out of the corner of her eye. She reached into the pocket of her jacket and pulled out... an apple, from the lunch room. She turned it over in her hand, flipping it up over her shoulder, flicking it from hand to hand. What a pity. She was going to eat that later. With everything she had, she hucked the apple at Lucifer like she was throwing a game-winning pitch.

@Morningglory
Lucifer watches her walk around him. He doesn't turn, but his eyes move with her until she is out of his range. Then, an apple hits him in the back inbetween his shoulder blades. The Apple was going fast enough to bruise, and bruise him badly. However, he simple turns the apple now on the ground. By his facial expression it is clear that he has experienced worse pain. He remains where he is though, apparently not counting that as her first attack. His head tilts to the side and his arms cross. His raised eyebrow almost screaming the 'are you serious' he is thinking.

@BlackPanther
As the apple connected with his back, Fiona had already hit the ground running, a slim arc, keeping herself in his blind spot. This was going to hurt if he caught her, and if he wasn't pissed at her smart mouth before, he would probably be pretty mad at her now. But, she couldn't think about that now, she'd be cutting it too close and she had to stay sharp. She cut her arc short, the coiled muscle in her thigh propelling her sideways. She slid low, her foot directed straight at his ankle. Her hands flew to her hips, holding down the jacket tied around her waist by the pockets.

Alana watches the guards take the Dog, "what was her name? oh, Fiona," to an adjoining room with the bigger Canine. She had heard their conversation, at least it was nice to know what the other kids were made of. She turns her attention to the Tiger eagerly awaiting her to finish her food. "Usually i would be ready to fight you anyway, but since there are others already playing, and i need a LOT of food to sustain my form, how about you and I go get seconds?" Alana stands slowly and meanders back to the food table, trying to come up with a plan. She hadn't expected to be fighting other Animals so quickly. Of course, she had sparred with a few Jocks before, she knew her speed and agility were key. "But this is different than a hothead mad about you stealing his girl," she chided. "This is real."