<div align="center">January 19, 2009</div><br/>It was not only his first week on the job, but he honestly thought that this first assignment was a great one. He had no clue what he was really getting himself into by taking it on. Soon enough he'd end up in the same boat as his English counterpart. Sadly, no one told him that. So he was going into this rather blindly. All he had was a hand full of Dossiers that he wasn't quite sure what to do with. He'd read through them and they just confused him. He'd never heard of most of these people. But still, a few of them had been rounded up thus far and he was to meet them. The government had had them 'contained' here in Washington D.C. in one of the rooms under the Whitehouse.<br/><br/>The hall was freezing as he walked down it to the room, probably due to the fact that it was under ground and he put his black suit jacket back on. Unlike the English headquarters this place seemed unfit to host any kind of grouping. It seemed more like an interrogation room. Bleach white and very cold. It lacked the things the English had provided for their counter group like beds and rooms. The English group had a house to itself it seemed. He figured they would eventually set something like that up for them. This was supposedly the first time they had done something like this.<br/><br/>Alexander was proud to be a part of this break through in American intelligence and safety. He even smiled as he entered the room and saw a lovely looking young woman and a rather rough looking man (at least compared to him) sitting in there. They didn't seem as enthusiastic as he was.<br/><br/>He cleared his throat before setting the dossiers down on the table. The files didn't contain any pictures, so he wasn't quite sure who was who, "Hello. I'm Alexander Bruce Bielaski, Director of the Bureau of Investigation. Would you care to introduce yourselves?" he had probably unknowingly opened a can of worms. Like the English group they probably weren't here by choice.