"No, no, NO!" the shield agent shouted. "We're going to do this again."
"No, let them get a breather, before they continue," Bree said, "We can't keep pushing them."
The shield agent nodded.
The four recruits all let out sighs of relief as the daemon holograms dissipated.
"Ekaterina, you okay?" Felicity asked the grey haired girl who had sat down. Ekaterina nodded, not bothering to look at Felicity as she drank some water.
"He seems to be doing fine." Ekaterina said, pointing at the guy who was doing some small stretches to pass the time.
"Why wouldn't he?" a guy, Shawn, said from behind Felicity, taking a long drag at his water, letting out a satisfied ahh. The man was in his late twenties, much older than the rest of the three teen recruits. "Heard he was part of the Inquisitors before he came here."
"Him?" Felicity exclaimed, taking off her glasses, cleaning them, " Isn't he too young?"
" Yeah, " Shawn said, "Thought so too. Apparently he left them shortly after he joined. As to why he came to us, well, I have no idea."
"Must have had it rough over there." Ekaterina said
"You think? "
"I really don't care. As long as he knows which side he's on." Felicity said.
"We aren't at war with them, you know, " Shawn said, "We are just, not on equal terms."
" Yeah. Same thing." Felicity said. "I just feel sorry for the guys at the Inquisitors."
The doors to the training area opened. In walked a man in a lab coat, wearing dark shades. He was escorted by Captain Reynolds, who had an unsure expression on his face. Behind them was a young guy. He had red hair, faded on the sides leaving the part in the middle to dangle in front of his face, almost covering an eye. He wore a sleeveless white shirt with black jeans and white boots. The gloves he wore were fingerless, revealing his uncut fingernails. He had a grin on his face, like he was looking for the next fight.
"Privates, Attention!" Reynolds ordered. The four recruits immediately got in a straight file.
"Privates, this is Dr. Victor Vott and his protege, Spen Nikoli. As of today, he, Spen Nikoli would be joining you. You are to show him the ropes around here, Felicity."
"Yessir!" She said with a salute.
"Dismissed." Reynolds said, leaving the room with the man.
"Hello." Felicity said, "My name is Felicity Jones, the grey haired..."
"... it's silver." Ekaterina corrected.
"The silver haired girl is Ekaterina Alinoshka. The guy with the sideburns is Shawn Hands and the brown hair stretching over there is Lukas."
"Spen. " The guy said with a smile. "I won't be staying for long, but please what the hell is wrong with all the formalities?"
" Oh... that. You'll get used to it. " Shawn said.
" I hope not. "
Reynolds and Victor made it past the various Shield agents who were busy on the computers, monitoring the holo globe in the centre of the room. They climbed the stairs to where Ross stood. Ross saluted them, before excusing himself, after a signal from Reynolds.
"Nice place." Victor said, "I would love a full tour of the place next time."
"Highly doubt it, Mr. Vott. "
"Dr. Vott. Leave that title to my late brother."
"Ah... Sorry."
"So, much what have you been doing about this... 'special' daemon."
"We've increased scans on all areas, monitoring the streets twenty four seven. Still no signs though. The Inquisitors haven't seen them as well. "
"They don't know what they're dealing with. "
"Yes."
"And do you know what we're dealing with?"
"Only that it's a half-breed. You aren't permitted to tell me the details. Orders from above."
"And those above are not here. "
The two men stared at each other for a while.
"For starters, I'll tell you all I know, in exchange, you'll keep this as hidden as possible. Especially from the Inquisitors."
"That's not a problem. And besides, even if they do find out, they really wouldn't be too concerned. It's a couple of half-breeds we are talking about, they're just prisoners on death row... "
"That's true for the one that is on the streets currently. And I was referring to the ones in custody. The ones that aren't released yet."
"Why?"
Dr. Vott stopped smiling, a serious expression on his face. "Captain Reynolds. Inquisitors go of radar all the time."