<span style="color: #FFBF00">Vivian paced the living room of her small home. She was bored, felt caged, but at least she was no longer alone. She wanted to hunt, it would be another chance to prove herself and to the others that she belonged in this pack. Her great sense of smell and her uncanny tracking ability would hopefully prove to be an asset.<br/><br/>With a soft, lilting sigh, Vivian sat in on her over-stuffed laz-E-boy recliner. She tucked her legs against her, not bothering to pull the lever and put up the foot rest. As much as she loved the quiet, today she felt restless.</span><br/><br/>****<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FFFF">Damien rolled his eyes. He had never even hear of N.A.M. until after he graduated from college. However, they were the first to review and accept his application and even seemed eager to have him. After being briefed however, Damien was beginning to think the agency was a joke. He didn't appreciate being called 'boy', even 'Rookie' sounded better, but he wasn't going to mention his irritation to his superior. As much as he wondered about the legitimacy of this agency, he didn't want to make a bad impression.<br/><br/>Damien grabbed his bags from the SUV. "Lead the way, sir," he said softly, glancing warily at the higher floors of the hotel.</span>