<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/28/7f/9d/287f9d9cad8eaa914795b60a52447253.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Xavier Rollins</a><br/>Enroute from Safehouse to Headquarters<br/><br/>"Good Morning!"  Xavier said with a bright smile at the nondescript agent waiting next to the equally nondescript black SUV, both of which seemed to announce 'Fed' through their obvious attempt to blend in.  He wondered if that were part of the reason for the unusual recruitment method used to secure his services?  Many federal agencies were 'inbred' with their ideas and tactics, always one step behind the bad guys who were by their nature more individualistic and therefore more innovative than the slowly turning gears of government bureaucracy.  Xavier was confident in his rather unique perspective on whatever crime syndicates he might be expected to help disrupt, though he had little idea what his skill set would bring to the party.  Of course, he was only assuming it was major crimes that would be the quarry, so far other than an assurance of making a difference between the balance between good and evil in the world, Xavier had almost no idea of how exactly he would contribute to that difference.  It was a leap of faith.<br/><br/>He had prayed and agonized over his decision as it was not something that could be reversed easily, if at all.  Some elements were easy, he had no surviving immediate family to miss him, no wife or girlfriend to mourn him.  Some elements were more difficult, he had devoted his life to the church and to a lesser extent the US Navy as a chaplain.  Twelve years of ministering to men and women who were wrestling with the loss of friends and the loss of their own morality and humanity had been meaningful work.  Could he ever transition to some quiet parish and take his new flocks problems as seriously as the life and death struggles going on everyday in war zones around the world?  Or if he continued his studies of the origins of faith, of the struggle of good and evil, be the same in the seclusion of the archives of the Holy See?  Would it be quite the same as risky forays deep into ancient Babylon and rest of the fertile crescent, the cradle of civilization and the origins of his and other faiths?  In the end taking 'death' was not that difficult of a decision.  Having made it, he slept quite well and was alert and ready for this, the first day of the rest of his own resurrection of sorts.<br/><br/>"Good Morning Mr. Gleeson."  He said with the same bright smile as the door opened as he entered the entrance hallway.  "Thank you."  He said to the agent who had delivered him, who seemed to be waiting for the AD's acknowledgement before departing, as if getting a receipt for delivering a package.  Xavier was very much looking forward to meeting the rest of the Unit and finding out what exactly he had gotten himself into.  He looked at the AD thoughtfully, something appeared to have him a bit unsettled, but he didn't pry and there was no sense giving good news over and over as everyone arrived.