Alex restivo awoke inside one of those bunkers that the Genetic Agency uses for protection, and or living space. He wasnâ€™t that aware of such things as the outside world. In fact ever since the agency accepted him heâ€™s been pretty much shipped off to helper ware. Basically because he was a man , it was technically not allowed for him to do such manual labor as train to be an actual agent. In reality, he snuck around and trained himself, life was just so boring having to do nothing because of a single genetic error in the world. No men would mean no reproduction which would limit the human race.<br/><br/>Since heâ€™s been so concentrated on what is going on inside the agency , anything outside of it is completely out of mind and out of sight. Though he still hadnâ€™t learnt how to use a gun, or any technological terms. But he can run like no tomorrow, and is rather nimble. Simply because by training he runs around the agency daily, until he canâ€™t breath.<br/><br/>The shock that the agency even bothered to allow him in confused him. Right after graduation he was determined to change his life by doing something useful. Which so happened to be joining the GCA. But they limited him into doing very little , however his wits did come to use at times.<br/><br/>"Ughâ€¦..Man what time is it?" His left tan hand rubbed against his eye trying to further awaken him. Meanwhile he managed to sit up, and then stand up. His right hand after his left hand stopped rubbing his eye, reached for the baggy gray hoddie that he owned, then reached for his clean boxers, and finally slipped on khaki shorts.  He was late for something, some sort of meeting going on like a debriefing.  Swiftly he ran out of the bunkard and through half of the agency building till he got to the debriefing room.<br/><br/>At last he made it to the debriefing room knocking into another agent , and sliding into a chair. That was until he realized was earlier. His palm hit his face. "Canâ€™t anyone tell me why Iâ€™m actually early?"