Chapter One: The Ghosts of Sanctum
Those first few days seemed like only an introduction of what was to come. That day in the briefing room, we got our mission, The overseers would be prepping us for field work for a month before we began the investigation. Day in and day out, we were training: combat, firearms, strategy, power management- it felt like we had only the last few hours of each day to really talk to one another. There were some budding friendships sure, but for the most part we all seemed to be just as unaware of each other as those first days. Guardian said that the training we endured was only the beginning.
The little down time we did have was largely dedicated to doing activities with Vita. If anything we had all at least become used to one another, for good or for bad. We even had a few new members in the form of Jack and Azrael. Jack seemed like a pretty big hothead, but a cool enough guy. Azrael on the other hand, he didn't speak much. He kept a black headband tied midway around his head, covering his eyes.
Others left the group, and the overseers kept oddly quiet about them after that, saying only that they decided that this lifestyle wasn't for them. We all had one thing in common, we were all tired of waiting. They had briefed us on our first assignment last night, and everyone was already up getting suited in their costumes for the first time. We were headed down to New York City. There we'd be split up into small groups, and would be tasked with locating the rogue titan nicknamed Ink, capable of bringing her tattoos to life. The Sanctum carrier was our current location, and before us stood none other than Commander Nunez. She had given us our words of encouragement and now simply guided us onto the aircraft. I strapped myself into something straight out of a war movie, now more determined than ever to make a difference.
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