The offices of World Travel Incorporated looked just like any other travel agency. Brochures scattered around the waiting area, comfortable chairs arranged neatly about small end and coffee tables. If anything was different about the place, it was that it seemed to cater to a higher class clientele. The kind that expected you to come to them more often than not, but wanted nothing but the best when they were forced to seek you out. There were pictures on the walls of exotic lands, not posters. The chairs appeared equally expensive, they were covered in a soft sky blue suede and seemed the sort that you wouldn't want to quickly get out of once you sat down. Against the wall opposite the entryway, there was a small desk just in front of a door that led back into the more private reaches of the building. A young woman sat at that desk, a ready smile on her lips for anyone who entered the building.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jenna Johnson sighed as she looked at the clock one last time. Today was the day. The new group came in. She was always the one in charge of the new groups and sometimes it was frustrating beyond belief. Hopefully this time things would go more smoothly than last time. She always hated it when operatives lost it in the field. True, these teams were matched for their skill not their personalities but on a mission she'd always expected a bit of professionalism. Funny how rarely she actually got it.<br/><br/><em>Life would be so much easier if you just ran with it when they wanted to be goofy,</em>she reminded herself. Not for the first time either.<em>These people do hard things, you know that first hand. Cut them a little slack!</em>Slack had never been Jenna's strong point though. She sighed, rising from her chair. It was time to go find Paul and CeCe, at least she was working with them this time. They were better back up than she'd gotten used to. Last time had been down right horrible. How they'd gotten the group out alive... They had though. That was the important part.<br/><br/>Jenna got up from her cubical and headed down a thin hallway, Mary Jane flats padding softly against a thick burgundy carpet as she made her way to Paul's office. They'd likely both be there, Paul and CeCe were rarely far from one another. It had become the butt of several jokes around the office. Jenna just thought it was sweet. She understood. In the lives that they'd all been living you didn't often find many people that you were willing to trust, so when you found one you kept them close whenever it was feasible. Jenna raised her hand and knocked at the door.<br/><br/>"It's time," She called, not opening the door without an invitation. "They'll be arriving any minute."