2 days ago.<br/><br/>Location: C.U.L.T HQ<br/><br/>"Kelly, is the director busy?" Inquired Captain Joseph G. Cross of Strike Team Detachment Echo. Better known to the rest of the agency as Templar. The secretary, whom sat behind a large desk, peered up from her computer. "Sorry Joe, but the Director is currently in a conference call with some higher ups. You will need to come back later." Joe sighed, but knew better then to argue. "Fair enough. Do you know when they will be finished?" The secretary shrugged and peered back down at her screen. Joe sighed once more with a slow nod, and shuffled off down the hall. A couple hours later he returned, and once more asked if the Director was seeing anyone.<br/><br/>"They just finished up Joe. You can enter on through." Joe smiled, and watched as the secretary buzzed him in. The way into the Director's office was a always a strange one. For you see if was no secret that the Director of the agency was a bit of a eccentric. A eccentric who collected and put on display various mementos of their past careers. Some of those mementos still had bits of flesh on them. It was for this reason why many agents and strike team leads alike were always a bit cautious when bothering the Director. Though Joe knew he needed to converse with the Director about the parameters of his upcoming operation.<br/><br/>"Director, sir. I have a questions about this new field assignment." Explained the strike team lead as he stood at attention before the Director's desk. The Director sat behind their desk, the back of their chair facing the Captain. "At ease captain. How may I help you?" The Captain relaxed his shoulders and took a seat. "I am not a man who questions orders. Yet..." The Director raised their hand, and interrupted the captain. "Yet you feel as that this operation you are about to take on is too much to handle." Joe shook his head and leaned foreword. "It's not that sir. It just this..Agent who in charge of the operation. What are they" The Director chuckled from behind their chair. "They are a lovely being. Who possess a certain set of skills needed to handle possible stage 4 anomalies in a way that a lone strike team can not."<br/><br/>Present day.<br/><br/>"Alright people, we're here!" Declared Captain Cross as he turned off the engine of the black rent a car. "Damn it Joe! I was dreaming of Kate's butt in a tight bikini!" Exclaimed the loudmouth of a marksmen named Matt. "Better keep dreaming Matt. It's the only way you will ever get to see this butt in anything." Remarked their auto-riflemen Kate as she opened up the backseat passenger-side door. "Be nice Kate, remember even men with small cojones should still need love." Joked their demo-tech Ella. "Ohh, low blow Ella, low blow. Mikhail, buddy back me up here!?" He mentioned towards their final member, their lovely team medic, Mikhail. "He isn't even paying attention Mike. He has his earphones in."<br/><br/>"Capt! Make the mean girls stop hurting my feelings!" Yelled Matthew as he moved towards the back of the car. "Quiet down you wild animals before I put a muzzle on all of ya." Ordered Joeseph with a smirk as he walked across the front of the car. "Anyone have a sight on our friend yet?" He inquired as he reached for a set of binoculars which hung from his waist. "Nope, but then again they may not even be here yet." Commented Kate as she glared out towards the island. "Maybe, but something tells me otherwise." Commented Joe as he zoomed in on the island. "looks like the film crew is still there." Matt flung some of the bags over his shoulders and glared up from the trunk. "Yay, spoiled children with mommy and daddy issues ahoy." Ella laughed. "Someone sounds jealous." Matt threw a bag down at her feet. "Nope sweetheart, not one bit."<br/><br/>Once the team had gathered their equipment. They made their approach across the bridge, and hopefully to link up with the Agent.