He was new to the world, at least this one. He was being prepared to do something... something that he did not know what of. The other people around him all had hard eye, cold eyes. They were eyes that he had. He felt... restrained in his body, like someone had wrapped him head to toe in a cloth and was not removing it at all. No one around him spoke, they just all moved at one. Each of them seemed to have a job to do and they did it. It was only when they came to him with some clothes that they spoke to him.<br/><br/>"Get up, get dressed, and don't take more then a moment to do so." It was a woman that was giving him his clothes and then walked away. She had red hair, with something that looked like to be a feather in her hair. He could not tell what it was because as soon as he saw it she turned and walked off. He put on the clothes that she handed him. They were just the same clothes that all of them were wearing. A black skin tight shirt, with black cargo pants and black socks with combat boots. He put them on, and looked at himself in something that showed him what he looked like... he though it was called a mirror. He looked like a solder now. Something about that made him grin. He had black hair with a green taint to it, dark green eyes, hard and sharp eyes, square jaw. His body was fit, but not too much so. He was firm, but it was not bulky.<br/><br/>Two men came up behind him, and just looked at him. He turned around and the just stared at him, until one of them spoke to him. "Come with us, you will be meeting your instructor now." He turned and started to walk. He followed them and matched there pace. It almost felt like he had to. They came to a black door, it was made of oak. He could tell just by the smell, but he was four feet away. He felt a craving in his stomach to just, burn that door down and smell the ashes in the air. But it passed as both me walked through the door, and so did he. He was not in a room that looked like meeting took place. There was only one other person here, and that was a woman. He felt that most of the time, unless they earned it, he was not going to respect a women at all. This one was no different. She was sitting on her chair, just talking on her phone.<br/><br/>With a single command, the two men by him left. He looked around and wondered if he should leave as well. But something in him told him to stay, maybe he could have a little fun with this one. He just stood there, looking at her, waiting for her to say something. It was like almost someone had given him a command to never speak to her before she spoke to him first.