[IC] Welcome To The Underground Mission Force (Spy Action Roleplay)

[WhiteStar19]

Chapter One: Recruitment

The first thing she noticed was the darkness. Normally, in her room, the sunlight would shine through at this time, hit the back of her eyes and wake her up. But there was no warmth against the back over her eyes. There was no light, yet there was a pounding in her head. She squeezed her eyes even harder shut and lifted up her hand, pressing it to her head. As she lifted up her hand to touch her temples, her hand brushed the bottom of something. She cringed and opened her eyes slightly. The entire room was dark, but she knew that she was under something at the moment. She turned her head, looking to the right. A small light shone in the middle of the floor. Her eyes adjusting to the dimness, she maneuvered her way out of the bed and walked to the middle of the floor.

Staring down at herself, she realized that she was not wearing what she normally wears. She has on white short shorts and a white tee shirt with a deep v neck. Her hair was draped loosely around her shoulders and she immediately moved the sweaty mass to its normal style. It was hot in the room. Extremely hot. It was as if there was no air conditioning. No windows, no ventilation system. She looked around and noticed that there were bunks around the rest of the room as well. She counted five of them. Wriggling masses moved and she noticed other people beginning to get out of the beds as well.

She was about to ask what in the hell was going on when room brightened suddenly, illuminating the darkness surrounding her and stinging her eyes to the point of tears. She looked around and noticed a steel door to the left side of the room and a mirror directly in front of her, as if they were in an interrogation room. She narrowed her eyes at the mirror, raising a hand to cover her eyes when suddenly, a feminine voice could be heard in the room.

“What I am about to tell you, you cannot tell anyone else. If you do, there will be severe consequences.”

“Well, that’s a great way to start off a conversation,” Nikki muttered aloud, pressing the heel of her hand to her temple. A jolt of pain shot through her head and as she ran her hand down her neck, she felt a small needle mark scabbed over. She jerked her hand away. She had been drugged, which explains why she can’t remember how she got here.

“My name is Rylee Blacks, a.k.a. Agent Ice. You have been chosen for your skills, brains, and personality to be a part of the U. M. F., also known as the Underground Mission Force. We are not CIA, or FBI. We are not related to the government. We have called you here today for you to accept and begin your training with us. If you choose not to accept, your memory will be wiped and you will be sent home to live a normal, happy, dull life. But, if you do accept, you will leave your family, friends, and life behind and you will begin an entirely new life here. Are you willing to leave everything you know for the betterment of humanity? Each one of you must step up to the window and deliver your answer. There will be no questions, no explanations of who we are, what we do, and what your role is until we have gotten acceptance from those who want to be one of us. The door will not open until everyone has given their answer. Understood? Good. Now, one at a time, step up to the window to deliver your answer.”

Nikki looked at the group forming around her. This will be very interesting. She needed a change of pace. Walking up to the mirror, she dropped her hand down. Her bare feet skimmed over the concrete floor and she stood before the mirror. She stated loudly, “I accept.” She waited patiently for a few moments. No response came, so she stepped out of the way, waiting for the others to come up.

[LokiLeo789]

Even in sleep a being can feel, out of place. The familiarity of the place in which he or she laid is deeply ingrained into ones psyche. As such, even in deep sleep, Ravi felt, out of place. The thin white sheet that he called his blanket was gone. And was replaced by uncomfortably hot air. His usual bedtime attire comprised of simple boxer shorts, was now changed to shorts and a t-shirt.

Ravi opened his eyes slowly, afraid that he would come face to face with some manic kidnapper, but instead he was greeted by darkness. That was normal, Ravi rarely opened his rooms curtains, but that did not explain his change of attire and unusual heat. Ravi slowly sat up, squinting through the darkness, attempting to find any landmark that would signal him that this was his room. Unfortunately, as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could see the squirming bodies of other humans, and there was a lone figure in the middle of the room, who seemed to be speaking to itself.

Please don't tell me I got kidnapped by some kind of idol worshiping group." Ravi thought to himself, quietly praying that he would wake up from whatever evil nightmare had befallen him.

Ravi slowly got up from the bed in which he had been placed, and slowly walked towards the figure that he has seen in the middle of the room. As he approached it, he slowly began to recognize the figure of a woman. No doubt a hot one at that, a man could tell just by seeing the back of the girl, it was an amazing tool and gift.

Suddenly, the voice of a woman caused Ravi to quickly glance around, trying to locate the woman who had spoken up.

“My name is Rylee Blacks, a.k.a. Agent Ice. You have been chosen for your skills, brains, and personality to be a part of the U. M. F., also known as the Underground Mission Force. We are not CIA, or FBI. We are not related to the government. We have called you here today for you to accept and begin your training with us. If you choose not to accept, your memory will be wiped and you will be sent home to live a normal, happy, dull life. But, if you do accept, you will leave your family, friends, and life behind and you will begin an entirely new life here. Are you willing to leave everything you know for the betterment of humanity? Each one of you must step up to the window and deliver your answer. There will be no questions, no explanations of who we are, what we do, and what your role is until we have gotten acceptance from those who want to be one of us. The door will not open until everyone has given their answer. Understood? Good. Now, one at a time, step up to the window to deliver your answer.”

Ravi was confused, leave his family, for the betterment of humanity, he really didn't care about humanity, but the girl in front of him apparently did. Life was going good for him back at home, but Ravi was intruged, what exactly did they see in him, what made him worthy, and Ravi wasn't one to waste any opportunities that came his way.

Ravi stepped up next to the girl, and squinted into the mirror. "Well, my answer is the same, I accept." He replied, raking his hand through his blonde hair, the question he had now was, what's next?

[WanderBug]

His body ached—that wasn’t anything really different than how he usually felt in the mornings, especially after a long night of hunching over his computer screen, but he felt much groggier than usual. He reached out his arms and heard them pop and crack and laid them back down, only to have them thump against a metal pole.

Rooke opened his eyes and blinked a few times. It was hard to see, but he could make out the sheets of his bed and the color of his clothes. He shot up and his hands scrambled over his clothes, the bedsheets, and the sore parts on his body—this wasn’t home, and these weren’t his roommates. He sat silently, gaping as he took in his new surroundings.

He turned his head to the source of a sudden, bright light and watched as a woman behind the glass boldly proclaim that everyone in this room was meant to leave their lives behind and join a cultish sounding organization. Rooke almost burst out laughing at the absurdity at the situation, but the realization that he had no memory of how he got here made for pause. Fear trickled down his veins. He glanced around the room--metal walls, a bolted door, and intimidating figures behind the glass.

“What the fuck…” He muttered with his face in his hands, before throwing off the covers and pivoting to sit on the side of his bed, “No questions? Explanations? Just blind allegiance? For the betterment of humanity? This is like the cut and copy speech of any fascist dictator. Does anyone realize how insane this is?”

Rooke realized he was sweating profusely, but didn’t move under the oppressive heat that swirled in the room. He felt light headed, and dizzy, and wanted desperately to get to someplace with AC. Leaning back, he took some deep breathes and felt his head spin, before standing and approaching the people grouped at the front of the glass. After a moment’s hesitation, “Sure. I’ll play along.”

Just get me out of here.

[SouffleGirl123]

Michelle woke up slowly, groaning. Her body ached and there was a particular spot on her neck which stinging in a way the rest of her body wasn't. I was studying, right? she thought to herself, I must have fell asleep. However, everything pointed to this being only a mere fact- there was obviously a lot more to it. For starters- why was she on a bed?

The room was much darker then hers where the luminescent street lights flooded through the sides of the curtains but here the seemed to be no windows. As her eyes adjusted to the dark she noted a couple on bunk beds and one which she was on the bottom bunk. The room was hot compared to her little room in Bristol which never got near this hot. No air-conditioning she presumed. She wiped the sweat from the back of her neck with the back of the left hand, moving it to the side of her neck to feel new a small lump had made it's home. Needle-prick. They drugged me! Her eyes widen and she quickly brings herself to a sitting position and looks around the room frantically, that's when the light covered the room like a blanket, it's brightness bringing tears to her eyes.

Michelle adverted her eyes, deciding not to look into the light. that was when a feminine voice spoke up.

“What I am about to tell you, you cannot tell anyone else. If you do, there will be severe consequences. My name is Rylee Blacks, a.k.a. Agent Ice. You have been chosen for your skills, brains, and personality to be a part of the U. M. F., also known as the Underground Mission Force. We are not CIA, or FBI. We are not related to the government. We have called you here today for you to accept and begin your training with us. If you choose not to accept, your memory will be wiped and you will be sent home to live a normal, happy, dull life. But, if you do accept, you will leave your family, friends, and life behind and you will begin an entirely new life here. Are you willing to leave everything you know for the betterment of humanity? Each one of you must step up to the window and deliver your answer. There will be no questions, no explanations of who we are, what we do, and what your role is until we have gotten acceptance from those who want to be one of us. The door will not open until everyone has given their answer. Understood? Good. Now, one at a time, step up to the window to deliver your answer.”

Was this woman serious? Michelle though to herself. The betterment of humanity, now that sounded good although the part where she had to leave everything behind didn't tickle her fancy. she stumbled out of the bed joining a small group at the mirror where everyone was accepting to join the cause. She pursed her lips, weighing her options. "I accept," she says softly, so softly in fact she wondered in, whomever the voice belonged too, could hear her

[Avanhelsing]

It was so nice to wake up somewhere where you didn't recognize anything. Dean was use to waking up with fun new bruises and cuts all over his body. That usually meant that he had gotten into a nasty fight or something of that nature. Course that was usually when he was all alone. Now there were a few other people around the same room.

Dean looked around and noticed the glass with a woman standing behind her. There was a stocky looking man standing behind her and staying silent as the grave. He was clearly judging them all for something or another.
Dean listened to the woman as she began to speak.

“What I am about to tell you, you cannot tell anyone else. If you do, there will be severe consequences. My name is Rylee Blacks, a.k.a. Agent Ice. You have been chosen for your skills, brains, and personality to be a part of the U. M. F., also known as the Underground Mission Force. We are not CIA, or FBI. We are not related to the government. We have called you here today for you to accept and begin your training with us. If you choose not to accept, your memory will be wiped and you will be sent home to live a normal, happy, dull life. But, if you do accept, you will leave your family, friends, and life behind and you will begin an entirely new life here. Are you willing to leave everything you know for the betterment of humanity? Each one of you must step up to the window and deliver your answer. There will be no questions, no explanations of who we are, what we do, and what your role is until we have gotten acceptance from those who want to be one of us. The door will not open until everyone has given their answer. Understood? Good. Now, one at a time, step up to the window to deliver your answer.”

Frankly, he had heard worse pitches. They usually ended with him getting beaten up for saying the wrong word or phrase. Once everyone else had spoken, Dean hopped up and walked to the glass. "I accept. I know I'm not ready for a happy life." He said stepping back. Now all he could do was wait and watch.

[WhiteStar19]

Rylee stared in through the window, looking at the five new recruits, all of them having accepted. None of them could see her, which she was glad for. She didn’t say anything more; she just looked at them for a few moments. She then pressed her slim finger to the intercom button, bright red nails glinting in the bright light, and her voice flooded into the room again, a lilting Canadian accent coming through slightly. Her voice was more of a soft purr than the loud commanding one that she normally uses during training. “Good. Welcome to the U.M.F. You will have your training either with me or Eric Cole. We will be your instructors for the next week as well as your handlers when you go into the field. Each day this week will be a training day and after this week you will be assessed to see if you are ready. Every night, you will come back here, sleep here, and then get up at five o’clock sharp in the morning. Breakfast is at five-fifteen and training starts at five-thirty. Your training day will end whenever Eric or myself says so. We won’t care how tired you are. You do exactly as we say.” Her voice moved fast and it was hard to keep up with it.

“Each of you need to proceed back to your bed. This will be the bed you sleep in every night. There is a duffel bag underneath it. You will have a piece of paper on top with your position in the field on it. You will have five minutes to change into your training uniforms, which are the black and grey tank top and spandex pants in your bag. This is not a time for modesty. Yes, you will be changing in front of each other. Get used to it. In the field, you might be doing that a lot more than you think. I expect you ready within five. Girls, your hair should be back in a ponytail. Be prepared for the worst week of your life.” She dropped her hand away from the intercom button and watched with interest at their reactions to the new news…

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We have to change in front of each other? Nikki thought. It was an interesting concept and if they had to work with each other more than this, then it would be an interesting way to bond. She smiled at the blond guy standing next to her. He actually was pretty cute, before she walked over to the bunk she crawled out of. She noticed a duffel bag slid under there with her name on it and she pulled it out carefully. It was a plain black bag, which she was a little surprised since it was an agency.

She saw a piece of paper taped to the top of the bag with duct tape and pulled it off, reading what it said. “Runner…” she murmured to herself. She pulled open the paper and began to read the description of her job.

A Runner is the main leader in the field. This person goes by Alpha most of the time. They are the one who carries out the mission and obtains what needs to be obtained or kills whoever needs to be killed. The others revolve around the Runner and help them on their mission. Runners can be alternated. it read on the inside. Alternated? What did that mean? Nikki just shook her head. She was sure that everything would be explained later. This seemed like it was going to be awesome.

Suddenly, the lights flashed on even brighter, and the room looked pale white. She raised an eyebrow. This was interesting. She was hoping that it was going to at least be a little bit dark so she could change with some comfort. Shrugging off her discomfort, though, she grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it off, her sports bra from the previous day still on. She then grabbed the black and grey tank and pulled it on, her shoulders popping as she went. She then glanced around before quickly stripping off both her shorts and underwear before wriggling into the spandex running shorts quickly. She had tried running with underpants on in spandex before. It. Doesn’t. Work.

She sat down on the edge of her bed and grabbed the socks from her duffel bag and pulled them out, slipping her slim, tanned feet into them, before shoving her feet into the black tennis shoes that were next to the duffel bag underneath the bed. She then grabbed a ponytail from around her wrist and pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail on top of her head. She was finally read and she carefully watched the others get ready, her eyes just happening to slide over to the cute blond guy. She smiled softly at the ground before turning her eyes toward the mirror. The smile dropped off her face and she stood up and walked over it.

“When do we get answers? Why are we here? What are we supposed to do? Why us?” Nikki asked, looking at the mirror.

There was silence for a few moments before: “All in due time.”

[SouffleGirl123]

Michelle wordless walked over to her bed, millions of question swimming around her head. She wasn't sure if accepting this was a good idea. She looks around to see the rest of what would be her team. A tall, skinny guy whom seemed of Asian heritage, Korean maybe? An even taller guy with short dirty blonde hair. A dark haired guy whom was also quite tall. Her eyes then moved to the only other girl in the room, a short blonde, she was glad to not be alone at least. She crouched down to grab her black duffel bag her name written in plain minimalistic handwriting. Underneath her name was her role on a piece of paper, medic. She didn't have to read the description to know what that meant. She sighed a breath of relief, she was not the one for physical activities.

Michelle opened her bag taking nervous glances around the room and pulled out her training clothes, placing them on her bed. I have to change in front of people? she thought to herself unhappily. First she pulls off her shirt, her bra remaining in its spot. she sighs as she quickly gets changed into the grey and black tank. Keeping her underwear on, she decided she was going to reveal as less of her private areas as possible, tugs off her shorts and gets changed into her supplied spandex. Pulling a pair of black socks and black tennis shoes out of her back she sits herself on the warm, hard floor. She slips on her black socks followed by the pair of tennis shoes.

Not long after she hears a single voice speak up. “When do we get answers? Why are we here? What are we supposed to do? Why us?” it inquires. Michelle turns her head to note it was the other girl, the short blonde one. the following reply being;
“All in due time.”

Michelle sighs, "I doubt they're going to tell us anything at the moment so I guess all we can do is wait and find out, we did kinda signup for this, I guess." she says to no in particular

[WanderBug]

Rookie went back to his lower bunk and sat down, making the bedsprings creak. Bouncing slightly on the mattress, he shook his head in bewilderment. Maybe he was prototyping his friend's virtual reality headset, but forgot about it. Maybe this was elaborate prank by his housemates as a twisted 3 year anniversary gift. Maybe he had awoken from the matrix—whatever it was, he obviously wasn’t here by consent.

His hands brushed over the bump on his neck and he shivered, a dull memory flickering at the outer ridges of his mind. He had fallen asleep in his room, like any other night, and that was all he could remember.

“This can’t be real,” Rooke muttered, watching the people around him change as if they had no care in the world, one of the girls even slipping out of her underwear. He lied back in his bed and stared at the sterile ceiling above of him, assessing his situation; he had no recollection of ever meeting the naked people he currently shared a room with, and was at the whim of unidentified persons.

So this is why my parents taught me about stranger danger, he thought as he sat up and pulled the bag from under his bed. Placing the duffle on his lap, he shuffled through its contents, resting the uniform on the bed before thumbing the slip of paper on the top. It read “driver” in a fiery orange atop a paragraph that outlined the description. As Rooke read the details, a lopsided smile slowly formed on his face. His heart pounded and his hands began to sweat, and after a minute of deliberation he stood up and started stripping.

“I’m glad we’re all getting to know each other better,” he said, his eyes raking over every body in the room. He unabashedly faced the other members as he changed, his bravado fueled by the absurdity of the situation. Taking all the time in the world, he changed into his new uniform and slipped into the pair of shoes beneath his bunk.

He glanced at the conversing pair of girls, and said, ”I’m more interested in why you all seem to be taking this so well. Is this not fucking weird?” Rookie motioned to the reflective glass, his old shirt still clenched in his fist, and laughed, ”The U.M.F? Seriously? I mean, I know I said yes, too, but I can't be the only thinking this is unreal.”

[LokiLeo789]

Ravi listened carefully to what the mysterious woman behind the mirror had to say. Which wasn't much in the long run, but it solidified his faith in this U.M.F, giving him more confirmation that this was probably real. The times for everything were abit brutal, Ravi wasn't much of a morning person. Unfortunately, it seemed that the U.M.F. weren't much of a kind and compassionate bunch.

In the end, the only thing that really interested Ravi was the changing in front of one another. His body was a sight for sore eyes, he had meat on him, but lifting weights never interested him. Despite that, Ravi wasn't really to self - conscious about his body, apparently getting naked in front of everyone was supposed to bring them closer together. Ravi glanced at the girls in the room, he felt a twing of envy while looking at them they didn't have to worry about 'hiding their lust'. He caught the girl that he had called hot smiling at him, and his heart beat faster. Smiles meant a lot of things, he could not jump to wild conclusions this early, he didn't even know her name. Ravi smiled back at her before turning back and walking over to his bed.

Just as the woman had said, Ravi found a black bag under his bed. A paper, taped to the top of the bag read, 'Observer'. Ravi scratched his head and turned the card over, finding a description of what an Observer was.

An Observer is the Runner’s right hand man. They observe the target area from a distance, either in a set safe house or in a van. The Observer cannot switch out from Observer, though they do help get everything set up for the mission beforehand.

"So I'm the director, sounds like fun." Ravi mumbled to himself sarcastically. Ravi sighed and placed the bag on the bed and began to get dressed, doing all he could to keep his eyes off the girl with blonde hair. Ravi lifted his shirt above his head, only to throw it on the bed and pick up the shirt that they provided. He pulled down his pants, careful to keep his boxers on, and put on the spandex pants, which Ravi did not have much experience with. Ravi topped it all of with the tennis shoes that were in the bag and took a deep breath, glad that that ordeal was over and done. He again caught the blonde girl smiling at him, had she been watching get dressed?

Ravi smiled back at her and took a seat on the edge of the bed and tried to make better sense of the situation. It still sounded like bull to him, but he would have rather gone along with them, then face whatever harsh consequences would come after for declining, he didn't trust them at all, although his confidence in them was growing.

"Who isn't, but look at it on the reverse side, would they have just let us go, wiping your memory sounds like abit of a stretch if you ask me. I'd much rather go along with them, and find out why I was chosen." Ravi replied to the Asian guy who had spoken up. In reality, Ravi agreed with the guy, but what choice did they have.

[Avanhelsing]

Dean listened to the second round of orders from the mystery voice on the intercom. He guessed that the voice was Canadian. Her English was much to soft to be an American. Sure he was just a dumb brute but he still could be rather smart when he wanted to be. He reached under his bed and pulled out the bag and looked at the card. "Huh... Runner. So basically I get shot at when it hits the fan. Good to know that I am valuable to the group." He teased as he pulled his shirt off.

He did not have shame and had a good deal of muscle on his bones. Years of fights and lifting weights had done their best to make him look rather good with his clothes off. Unlike the blonde guy, Dean just pulled his boxers off and pulled the spandex over it. He looked damn good in the outfit and he knew it. So when he was done he looked around the room. That black haired guy was not bad on the eye but he couldn't think like that right now.

"Well introduction time. I'm Dean. Seems I am a Runner." He said trying to get the group together. He figured he should at least try to seem like a leader.

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Eric watched Agent Ice do her work. She seemed like she almost enjoyed it. "You know Ice if I didn't know you any better I would think that you are enjoying all this." he said watching his recruits in particular. he was interested in what they would do but he was a bit worried about the group dynamic. They needed to get along if they were to be successful. If not then they would all meet their ends in a shallow grave somewhere.

"So how do you think they are doing. Oh and do you want me to train them a bit or no?" Eric asked his former Runner partner.

((Sorry on my phone...))

[WhiteStar19]

Rylee shook her head at all the question. This can’t be real. She chuckled under her breath. She had thought the same thing when she had come to the U.M.F., but it is more real than any of them ever know. They would deal with situations that were unknown to the world itself. They would become ghosts to the world. They would not be able to have no contact with the outside, even with their own family. This group will become their own family. They would have to have each other’s backs.

Rylee lifted a slim finger again and looked back over her shoulder at Agent Jackal with a smirk. “Of course I’m enjoying this! It’s fun to watch it happen to someone who isn’t me.” She pressed a button on the panel in front of her and the metal door opened. “I’m sure they’re doing fine.” She crossed her arms across her chest, her leather black suit tightening over her chest. She was wearing the usual uniform for a person in the field. “I figured I would take the two blondes and you would take the others. That way it easier to train in small groups.”

Without waiting for a reply, she stalked out of the observation room and walked over to the open door. She stalked into the room as the heat floated out. It didn’t phase her as she walked into the room, standing at the front of the room. She clasped her hands back behind her back and stared over the new recruits, her gaze icy. “You should’ve had enough time by now. You aren’t done, you train as you are, which sucks. Trust me on that.” The room cooled off from the freezing air from outside of the room. Her eyes focused in on Ravi and Nikki. “Blondies. You’re both with me. The rest of you are with Agent Jackal. You two, follow me.” She started out the door, not waiting to see if they were following.

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“I hate waiting,” Nikki muttered underneath her breath in response to the brunette’s statement. She glanced over to the skeptical Asian looking guy and the cute blondie. “I agree. I’d rather want to know why I am chosen than have my memory wiped.” She walked back over and sat down on her bed as the final guy to talk stated his name. Dean, it was. She cocked an eyebrow when he said he was a Runner. “Huh. I guess you and I will be seeing a lot of each other in the field. I’m a Runner as well. My name is Nicole, but I will kill you if you call me that. Just call me Nikki.” She smiled at everyone.

Before anyone else could introduce themselves, the metal door flew open and freezing air flooded into the room. A woman came with the cooling air and Nikki got a chill down her back. The woman looked terrifying. She was beautiful, but she was intimidating in stature. Her blue eyes were ice cold as they scanned over the room and Nikki immediately knew who this was. It was a good agent name, Agent Ice. She looked like ice and acted like it as well.

She gave another short speech before her eyes focused in on her and the cute blond guy and told them to follow her. Who was Agent Jackal? Hopefully a lot of questions would be answered soon. She glanced over at the cute guy before standing up and walking to follow her. “My name is Nikki, not blondie,” Nikki told her, almost jogging to catch up with her.

“I know. Nicole Bardeck and Ravi King. I am your handler and instructor. Now, no more talking unless I talk to you.” Nikki scowled, staring at the ground. Agent Ice was kind of a bitch. She glanced over her shoulder at Ravi before facing forward again.

[LokiLeo789]

Ravi's eyes were trained in the woman who had entered the room, cold air following her as strutted in. He could already tell that she was all work and no play, which was understandable, since they were supposed to be working for the betterment of humanity. Her icy blue eyes sent shuddered down Ravi's spine as her eyes raked over him. He held his breath until her eyes left him and she turned out the door, blondies she had said?

"Frosty." Ravi mumbled exasperatedly as he got up and followed Frosty and the hot one out the door. He purposely trailed behind, doing his best to avoid confrontation with the "Cold One". She made it so easy to make up nicknames for her, she had brought it upon herself. Despite the plethora of nicknames he would soon have for her, he wasn't yet sure if he had the guts to say it to her face.

Ravi glanced at the girl that he had conveniently named, the 'Hot One'. She definitely seemed to be the fiery one as she quickly caught up to Frosty to reiterate what her name was. To which she simply replied that she already knew their names, which wasn't very surprising. "Nikki..." Ravi mumbled to himself, letting the name role of his tongue. He had never meant anyone with that name before. It was was and interesting one he would give her that.

Ravi glanced at Nikki once again, this time, meeting her eyes also before she faced forward once again. Ravi longed to simply speak with her, about anything, something, but with Icey basically telling them to shut up or else, that seemed more like a dream than reality.

[SouffleGirl123]

Accompanied by a thick cold of frosty air a woman, who she identified as agent Ice from the sound of her voice and her very presence which seemed to be very cold, came into the rom and looked around the room with a frosty glare as she instructed the short blonde girl and the blonde guy to live with her telling the others they were with agent Jackel.

After her departure Michelle's eyes rested on the other two boys in turn. First the guy who had questioned their intents of joining before the presence of agent Ice. He seemed Asian, Korean maybe? Though Michelle wasn't too sure. Her eyes then fell on the guy whom had introduced himself as Dean. He was very muscular.

"I guess we'll find out who Jackel is soon," she says softly to herself in an accent which was quite obviously not American. Unlike her brother in her seven years of living in America she has kept her Australian accent, that was one thing she was not letting go of. Although it had a slight American sound to it was mainly Australian. She keeps her gaze fixed to the metal door awaiting for whoever his 'Jackel' person is.

[Avanhelsing]

Eric shrugged at what Rylee had said. She was right as was usual. He had gotten use to having to agree with her without saying a word. He just listened to her talking to her recruits. She always had been quite cold but this was a first.

He walked in after she and her recruits were gone. "I'm Eric. Not Agent whatever. I don't believe in harsh discipline like Ice does. So I'm your handler and let's go. I've got a lot to teach you but feel free to talk. "He said ending his speech. He turned around and walked out the door.

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Dean have both Of his partners his best smile. He had focused on them both equally and was learning about them both.

"So ugh never caught your names..." He said still smiling as he followed their handler out the door.

[WanderBug]

“I guess.  Memory wipes sound too dystopian for my taste,” Rooke shrugged and tied up his hair into a ponytail.  He stayed silent as everyone mingled briefly, and he felt a sense of dread swirl in his stomach; he could play along, sure, his curiosity was peaked and he felt no attachment to obligations back to home--but why did he have to play with these people?

The metal door in the front of the room slid open, and a woman walked inside, her footsteps making sharp, clipped noises that echoed off the walls.  She was nearly as tall as he, but presented herself as a much more intimidating figure. When she spoke, he immediately identified her ad the mysterious speaker from before, which made things a bit more comforting, but no less confusing.

He admired the poise with which she held herself as she entered the room and ushered her two trainees out. As they walked out, Rooke scoffed in amusment. The younger boy was practically drooling all over himself in the presence of two conventionally attractive women.

Teenagers, he thought humorlessly. Another man stepped in after Agent Ice, who approached the remaining 3. Rooke shifted slightly, but his facial expression betrayed nothing but wariness--there was no telling what would happen when they got out of this room.

Rooke relaxed slightly as the man made it clear that he would be much more relaxed than the previous trainer. They were led out, and he looked to his alleged partners--the word used in this context evoked an odd feeling, as if it didn't seem right to attach to someone he just met.

"Call me Rooke. I'm the driver; and according to this slip of paper, I get to do the badass maneuvering on ground, sea, and sky." He said amiably, slipping back into his networking persona. As he walked alongside his other two partners, Dean and Other-White-Person, Rooke took in his environment before clearing his throat and saying, "So Eric, what do you have in store for us? If it's anything related to bodily harm, a warning would be more than welcome.

[WhiteStar19]

Rylee led the two blondes into a training room, which look more like an airport hanger than an actual training room. The sloped ceiling was immensely high and a bare glint of sunlight shone through, but not without the shadows of the trees that was surrounding the building. Rylee guided them onto a training mat and paused in front of them. She scanned them over and shook her head. The girl was small and the boy was thin. She was going to have to do a lot of work to get them prepared for the field. Of course, the boy was an Observer, so the thinness wouldn't be that big of a deal... The girl was a Runner, so she would have to be trained to use her size against her opponent.

"Alright. Let me reiterate," Rylee began. "I am Rylee Blacks. You may call me Agent Ice, Ice, or Miss Blacks. Understood?" Not waiting for a response, she continued on. "For the next week you will be training with me and only me. You will not asked to be switched because you will be denied. If you cannot handle me, then you will not be able to handle the field. If you cry, you will be kicked out. If you complain, you will be kicked out. If you question my authority, you will be kicked out." She stared the two teens down. A muscle in her cheek jumped as she gritted her teeth. "Going on to basic rules of the agency. You may have no contact with your family, friends, of any sort. We know that you don't memorize your phone numbers anymore, so we have wiped your phones and had them destroyed. You have been given new phones. They will be on your bed when you get back from training today. The only contact you will have with the outside world is when you go on missions, and even then, you will not be yourselves. You will not talk about training with anyone except your partner and your team. And, for the love of God, no drama. I knew you are teenagers and have... impulses, but please, restrain them for everyone's benefit. Now, sit down and stay here. I need to go grab a few things before we start training." Rylee took off a run before either of the children could ask her anything.

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Nikki watched her new mentor run off with her mouth hanging agape. She had gone through the rules so fast, it was like she had a bionic mouth! She couldn't believe it. Luckily, her best friend at school was a chatterbox and Nikki was used to keeping up with fast paced speakers. Nikki shook her head and moved to sit down. She landed on the floor with a plop and looked up at the cute guy. "Well at least we have each other," Nikki said sarcastically. "I can't believe that we can't even let our parents know where we are or at least lie about where we are."

She sighed and ran a hand through her ponytail, eyeing the cutie. She twisted her ponytail around the elastic holding it in place and tucked the end through the elastic, creating a bun affect. She stood up and looked the guy up and down. He was almost a foot taller than she was. This was going to be interesting if they had to fight each other. "What's your name?" she asked politely, sitting back down again. She splayed her legs out in front of her and leaned over, stretching her arms out in the middle. "We didn't exactly get to do a lot of introductions back there and she said your name so fast that even I didn't have a chance to catch it." Nikki smiled up at him before rolling her shoulders back and laying down on the ground, staring up toward the ceiling.

[LokiLeo789]

Ravi followed the ladies into an impressively sized room, the suns rays shining through a skylight on the ceiling. He quickly realized that their room had been devoid of windows, and this was his first good look at natural light. Their little group came to a fairly large training mat that Ravi only saw gymnasts use. Ravi glanced at Frosty, rising his eyebrow as he watched her shake her head. He could tell that it was one of those, 'exasperated, I have work ahead of me', head shakes.

Ravi listened to Ice's explanation attentively, and as she went on, the frown that had formed on his face grew deeper and deeper. He could no longer hold contact with his parents, that was a large request. He was sacrificing Princeton, the girl that seemed to be just as interested in him as he was in her, but he wasn't sure that he was ready to sacrifice his mother and father for a cause that remained a mystery. Ravi watched Ice as she walked away with his eyebrow drawn together in concern, what had he gotten himself into?

Ravi sighed and raked his hands through his hair as he watched Nikki speak to him. She definitely was better looking than the girl back at home, but with Ice warning them against drama, it made Ravi think twice about pursuing a relationship, even if it was possible. Ravi took a seat next to her crisscross apple sauce with his elbows on his knees.

"Well, I'd rather not say anything to them if I'm really serious about this, maybe it's better that they didn't know about us, this whole thing could endanger them." Ravi replied with a shrug as Nikki did her hair. His own words weren't even convincing to himself, but it for the best, in all reality, the U.M.F. were looking out for their parents also.

Ravi watched her as she stood and layed back down, admiring her body as she did so. He mentally scolded himself and tore his eyes away from her and tried to distract himself by studying the training room. Fortunately, her words were the perfect distraction, his name, simple.

"Ravi, Ravi King, and yours is?" Ravi said with a grin, despite already knowing it, he wanted to keep the conversation going in that direction.

[SouffleGirl123]

Michelle watched the man, agent Jackel come in and present his small speech before prodding them to follow him. She was not one to speak up unless talked to on most occasions but was glad that her instructor was a lot more laid back, as it seemed. He definitely didn't seem as creul as Ice did either. She thought about the blonde girl and guy and felt a bit sorry for them

Michelle followed agent Jackel through the bright hallways. Admittedly she was glad not to have Ice as her instructor, she seemed very cold hearted. "So ugh never caught your names..." came the voice of the dark haired boy whom had introduced himself as Dean earlier. "Michelle," she replies simply, turning to him. "You said your name was Dean, right?" she asks, watching him.

[WhiteStar19]

@SouffleGirl123@Avanhelsing@WanderBug

There was silence throughout the whole headquarters for a full two minutes before suddenly there was a crackling sound through the microphones. Rylee glanced down toward her radio and the Commander’s voice crackled through, almost unintelligible among the static at first, but the static soon cleared up and his deep bass voice was noticeable. Rylee could tell something was off because there was whispering in the background. She narrowed her eyes at the radio before turning and looking toward her two Recruits. What was going on?

“Agent Ice. It has come to our attention that there will not be one Recruit group here, but two. Our scouters have managed to find five more individuals who are able to be a team.”

“But how is that possible?! By scientific reasoning, only one group would be able to be recruited at a time, we have proven that many times!” Rylee was in shock. This had never happened at the agency before. She had read over all of the history books. Never in there was a happening that two groups were chosen for Recruiting abilities.

“Believe it or not, it has happened. But before you go running to tell your Recruits about this, you need to be advised: the two groups cannot meet during training. They must not know about each other. Agent Ghost has been advised. He is the handler for this new group. He will be watching over them. We will send them on the same first mission, and that is where they will meet. This will also show which of the groups is better, or which of the Recruits in the team is better. We will take the best out of the two and combine them into one Elite group. Understood?”

“Understood, but…” The Commander clicked off before she could continue her sentence. Rylee growled under her breath and turned off her radio. She ran a hand through her hair and snarled. She hated change at the last minute. She stormed out of the weaponry room and walked back over to Nikki and Ravi. “Stay here. Plans have been… changed a bit.” She didn’t wait for any questions or complaints. She stormed out of the training room and headed back toward the room, where the other group still waited. She glared at Agent Jackal before nodding to the other Recruits and said, “Follow me. Change of plans. We will be training all of you together.” She waved for them to follow her and began leading them back to the training room.

[SouffleGirl123]

Michelle continued on wordlessly not contributing to anymore to the group despite her name. As the group stopped she watched Agent Ice talk to Jackel before, soon, the group were walking back in the direction they came, following Ice.

Michelle, looked away at the left wall oddly as they walked, thinking to herself. A change in plans, she thought to herself Are they common here?. She sighs, walking just in front her fellow recruits yet behind the handlers. She looks around at the other recruits, wondering if they had any idea what was going on. "Why the change in plans?" she asks the handlers.