Harry and Buzz Cut, I mean, Aidil, sat next to each other on the table, filling out the forms. Harry would occasionally look at Aidil's papers to see what kind of man he was siting next to, and Aidil would occasionally give Harry strange looks. As if he was trying to figure Harry out, finding all his openings and looking for weak spots. Then he'd click his tongue and go back to filling out his form. After some time, a formally dressed lady came and took the paper work from the two men, and the elevator door opened once more, this time with a well built, blonde, middle aged man next to the chatty Jasper. Jasper saw Harry, and gave him an apologetic look and continued talking to the man Harry assumed to be the so called Paul. Harry was flabbergasted, he didn't understand how that chatterbox confused the blondy with himself.
Some more time passed, and the formally dressed lady came back and took the two men to a photo booth. The photographer was quite distressed having to take pictures of the two men, whose height could not contrast any more than it did. The photographer led quite the pitiful life, when he was a young man he wished to travel the world and capture it with his machine, but as he aged, his wished slowly perverted, and he tried to become a lewd photographer, since he never really had a chance to get into deep relationships with women. But his career didn't pay off, and nearing his retirement he decided to join the Fargo Company, where he spent his days taking photos of gruff men, his only relief being the hidden beauty of Fargo,
After getting their photos taken the formally dressed lady told them they would be getting their official company badges in two to three working days. Aidil and Harry sat in the lounge waiting for further instructions. Harry picked up a magazine, however it was not of interest, so he quickly put it back down. He looked at the short man he'd spent the better half of a day with and tried to strike up a conversation.
"So, where you from?"
"...."
"You American?"
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"You foreign?"
"..."
"Not much of a talker huh? Do you not speak English?" Harry stopped bugging the man seeing as he was unresponsive. He thought to himself 'there's no way he doesn't speak English, he filled out that form. And it was completely in English. Maybe he's tired. Yeah, that must be it.'
After sitting around for about forty minutes Harry started to get bored, but he was quickly saved by a couple that walked in. The man was what most would consider a hunk, he had large building muscles, a smile as white as paper, eyes that were a piercing green with a hint of yellow, and hair combed back. The woman was a solid 10, great rack, tight ass and a waist that you could pinch between your fingers. She had ocean blue eyes that made the rest of the world seem small, and red hair that made roses wither in shame.
The receptionist rose in panic, "Jackson, welcome back! How was your ride." she quickly fixed her hair and put a warm smile on her face.
"Wonderful, Diane, haha!" The man named Jackson replied, his already wide smile grew in size. 'Diane, you bitch, I'll remember you' Harry thought to himself as he saw the cold receptionist turn wet the moment she saw the hunk.
Jackson seemed to feel the glare coming from Harry's direction and walked towards the duo. "You two must be the new Hunters, I'm Jackson Walters, newly promoted captain. You two will be under my command until further notice, welcome to the squad."