"Are you sure about this Atlas?" a female voice said to the boy across the table. Her face concealed with the shadows cast over it with a black hood with gold edges that glimmered in the fire light the one thing that told she even had a face.
"A hundred percent," Atlas replied filled with uncontainable excitement practically jumping in the chair the pride and happiness consuming him.
"And your fully sure these two are the ones you want on your team for your first mission?" she asked sceptically as she pushed two folders with the names Lorenzo Ezra Lost and Sol Novak written neatly in slanted cursive writing attached with photos of two very familiar faces.
"Definitely," he said with confidence, his back straightened head held high.
"Then it's final tomorrow your team will be excused from all your classes, and you'll complete this mission within five hours and please stay safe," she said as she placed the final file to the pile.
Atlas glanced over to read it; Ellen Doves written in the same neat writing and with a picture of a laughing girl, he could see the joy on her face, a large smile, her emerald eyes reflecting her happiness. She had olive skin that glowed in the sun, shoulder-long auburn hair flying in a mess a hand failing to tame it.