Post by Nightwisher on Oct 24, 2018 5:33:23 GMT -5
Team 73
The Meeting
November 4th, 2013
Washington DC was such a clichè place for everyone to meet each other, but considering that the new leader was American, it was the only place that fit. The details of the building in which they met are of no consequence to anyone other than Team 73. It's the room that is important to remember. It was a square room, large enough to hold ten people easily, but twelve would be pushing it, in which a man no older than forty years sat in a chair placed perfectly in the center. Around the room were seven doors all of which opened simultaneously and seven individuals stepped inside. Not all of them were strangers, and shock was clear on the faces of those who knew one or more of the other six. No one spoke, letting an awkward tension build.
"My name is Andrew Kaloh, I am the last member of my generation's Team 73 and as my last mission it is my job to train this generation. Congratulations," the man in the middle of the room spoke up.
"Thanks," the tall man wearing a black t-shirt and jeans said with a charming grin. He had short brown hair and couldn’t have been less than a two hundred twenty pounds of muscle. His dog tags hung around his neck, only proving what everyone must have thought when they looked at him."We’re glad someone finally appreciates us for our superiority,” a joke. Andrew looked at the man. There was always one who shrugged it off like it was nothing. Of course it was the decorated young Marine who gave off the air of class clown.
"Introduce yourselves and your place on the team, Marine,” Andrew replied.
"And whether you’re single or not, mmmm-mmmm," it was the pixie-cut, black haired girl with bright green eyes, a nose and a lip piercing, that spoke up. She wore jean shorts with brown combat boots. Her jacket was tied around her waist and her shirt had a print insignia of some kind of metal band.
"Waiting for marriage" the Marine said but there was a playful glint in his eyes. The girl opened her mouth to rebuttal but Andrew cut in.
"Just introduce yourself, Jesus Christ," the Marine chuckled and nodded.
"Yeah, yeah, alright. I'm Vincent Riggs. I'll be your Second in Command," he grinned and winked at the green eyed girl, who smirked in reply.
"I'm Carmen Hartnet, I'll be your pilot and mechanic," the green eyed girl spoke her piece.
"I'm Xander Hartnet, Carmen's older brother-,"
"Twin, we are twins!" Carmen jumped in, turning on her brother. He always did this.
"I was still born first, I'm older, I win. Now shut up." Carmen opened her mouth to spit a reply out, but Andrew cleared his throat and the female closed her mouth, remaining silent. "Anyway, I'm your gunman, demolition artist, all that jazz."
A man wearing a black suit, red tie, and a fedora removed the hat from his head. His hair was blond and styled, shorter on the sides but long at the stop, combed back. His icy blue eyes scanned over the twins standing before him. "So, I'm not the only one with a twin on this team. I guess blood holds some weight here. I'm Eric Cross, your chemist,"
A blonde woman with curls that fell over her shoulders, flipped her hair to the side as she cleared her throat to speak. She was wearing skin tight mint green jeans, a purple tank top with a white jacket and five inch white pumps.
"I'm Artemis Cross, I'm going to be your fashion consort,"
"Our what?" Vincent asked, almost in disbelief. Did they really need one of those?
"Well, that's what I call it. I'll be your chameleon. I can make myself, and even you look like anyone." Vincent grinned his same charming grin.
"Alright, that is pretty cool. I'll allow it." Artemis scoffed but didn't give a reply. She flipped her hair over her other shoulder, however. It was her way of showing triumph.
A girl with shoulder length, straight brown hair shrugged the strap of her bag onto her shoulder for a more comfortable stance. She wore a black beanie on the crown of her head and a large, dark brown, wool sweater that covered her hands when she let her arms hang at her sides. Her jeans also clung to her body and she wore boots that went up to her knees.
"I'm Nara Dova, I'm your hacker,"
There was a sigh from the final man as he prepared himself to speak.
"My name is Q-Q-Quincy Heron, I'll b-be your m-m-medic," the handsome dirty blond stuttered out, adjusting his glasses. He wore jeans and a simple white t-shirt which gave contrast to his sun tanned skin.
"So that leaves..." Vincent trailed off, turning to the girl who had exited the door to his left. Everyone turned their attention to her. She was easily the shortest in the room, as well as the youngest. Her raven black hair reached to her waist and was styled to cover the left side of face. Despite her more or less harmless appearance, her entire presence screamed danger.
"I'm Shilo Saga, I'm your leader,"
