<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">OMBRE STAGING FACILITY ∎ Clearance Level Green                               </span></strong></span><br/></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monospace;">"Alexander Bright.. But you can write Alex." Alex mumbled the words while his eyes remained glued to her. He watched as she started to jot down some notes though he wanted to peek over the clipboard to take a look that she had written down his name 'correctly' but there was still plenty of distance between them that the only way he'd get to peek was if he stood up. When she asked her next question, he was looking off slightly to the side as he muttered under his breath, "Twenty-two." His eyes wandered off her figure one last time before taking a glance towards the tape recorder. "Not that I can see." He glanced towards the two whirlpools of endless black tape, spinning over and over. "Nice catch."<br/><br/>It was only when he was handed the manila envelope that he ended up focusing in on her again, eyes wandering over her. "Yes, I completed them." He took the manilla envelope and cracked the lid, taking a look at the hefty stack of forms before casting a sidelong glance at the woman. "You aren't going to want these in triplicate, right?"<br/><br/></span></span><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/Eikichi_Characters_74-2.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monospace;">Agent One...<br/><br/>Name... Alexander Bright<br/><br/>Ability Levels...<br/>Force... 5<br/>Instinct... 2<br/>Access... 2<br/><br/>Skill Proficiency...<br/>... Aggression<br/>... Strategy<br/><br/>Reluctantly, he pulled the forms out of the manilla envelope and got started on the forms. He was quite <em>slow</em> about it. He took occasional glances in the direction of the woman, who seemed to be eyeing him expectantly. Which did encourage him to finish the forms a bit faster but, truthfully, Alex was taking his time with the forms. Mostly because he hated such menial tasks. Eventually he finished the forms, pulling them together in a stack and then sliding them back into the manilla envelope which he handed over to the impatient woman. He watched her tuck the forms away, before ending the recording and letting the tape come to a halt.<br/><br/><em>Was it really necessary to record me filling out a bunch of forms?</em><br/><br/>The question lingered, just on the tip of his tongue, but he decided not to ask. Instead he watched her open the door before she told him to follow along with her. "Sure, doll." He picked up his coat from the back of his chair, slinging it over his shoulder, while he started to walk along behind her. He followed along behind her, watching those heels of her clicking across the floor, while his eyes started to wander up from those gorgeous calves to her thighs. Before his eyes ended up focusing on the light <em>swaying</em> of her hips and the generous curve of her ass. Of course, his eyes made sure to avert away whenever the young lady took a look over her shoulder to make sure that he was following behind her.<br/><br/>It seemed that he wasn't the only one to arrive, though Alex's attention was on the blonde woman rather than the other newcomers who entered along with him or those that had already been standing around. Unlike some, however, Alex's eyes danced away from 'Singer' and took a long glance across the room. It wasn't that the, presumably Korean, girl wasn't beautiful or anything. It just that she wasn't his type. She was definitely fine in the ass department but there was a bit lacking when it came to her chest and the rest of her was a bit to 'thin' for him to approve of. In contrast the woman who'd made him fill out those bizarrely tedious forms was <em>far</em> more to his taste. He noticed the man in the corner right as he started talking and, well, Alex didn't see a reason to interrupt. Besides there were plenty of other newcomers he was sure one of them would end up asking a pertinent question should it come up. Instead he just let his eyes dart across the room.<br/><br/>Needless to say, Alex wasn't paying much attention to Sawyers rant. Mostly because it didn't make all that much sense to him. He'd zoned out somewhere in between the comment about floating a boat and picked it back up somewhere around a mote of dust being another world.<br/><br/><em>Whatever that was supposed to mean.</em><br/><br/>Then there was the knock to the door, a female voice, before both Sawyer and Singer climbed back into bed and slipped their black cloths back over their eyes. "Comfy?" Alex asked inquisitively, but because he had a chance to probe any further the room was soon filled with medical personal and any questions Alex might have had were soon lost in the chaos. Soon he was laying on a bed, as someone injected a syringe into the IV bag by his bedside, his vision fading as he muttered under his breath. ".. Not likely."<br/><br/></span></span><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">                             </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><strong>MISSION #0: THE MILK RUN</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monospace;">Part One: "Checking in and calling home."</span></span></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monospace;">Alex pulled himself to his feet, reluctantly. He was quite tempted to just stay there, laying on the floor, when he noticed just how much every part of him seemed to <em>ache</em> and <em>groan</em> with the slightest movement. But, as his vision cleared, he decided it was best to get to his feet. As he pulled himself up, grabbing at the sides of whatever he was laying in, he realized where he was. "A bathroom… really?" The words came out with another groan, matched by the cracking that his back seemed to make as he pushed himself to his feet in the tub. It did look a bit peculiar, standing fully dressed in a tub with his fancy shoes scuffing against the porcelain but he wasn't going to say another word on the matter. Not yet anyway.<br/><br/>It could have been worse. The tub could have been filled with water.<br/><br/>He could hear the crackling of thunder, the beating of water over the roof and the walls, but otherwise the room looked eerily bland and unremarkable. His eyes finally settled on the lone, flickering bulb and he carefully extracted himself from the porcelain tub. His boots once again scuffing over the porcelain, and then the tiled floor, as he made his way under the lightbulb. A sole finger reached towards the bulb, tapping it twice, only to find that the <em>flickering</em> simply wouldn't cease. "You'd think the lights would at least work."<br/><br/>Alexander rolled on Access check: 2d6 = 1, 1 for a total of 2.<br/><br/>"I'm in, team." Finally, not talking to himself, he decided to try and make contact with his team. He glanced around the room, waiting for someone to reply back. For a second he wondered in the receiver was even working before he tried again, "This is Agent Bright, come in team."<br/><br/>Alexander rolled on Access check: 2d6 = 3, 1 for a total of 4.<br/><br/>Resting HR: 76</span></span>