Thread: Agency 666 (QC X Ryax)

Ever since Richard Parker had been approached by the Agency back in the decrepit, murky bar he had hung out in since the blood bath at the museum, he had been building up his curiosity for his new employer. He'd definitely been blowing up its representation in his mind, almost like some fabled mystery that would erase his recent memories. He knew better to do something like that, but unwanted bloodbaths, fear and real danger tended to mess with a persons psyche for a while. Needless to say he was quite taken aback when arriving at his work place as he'd not expected his new life to be housed in such a sad looking neighborhood. He was disappointed, that is until he got into the luxury room and didn't really know what to think anymore. Taking a moment to pace the room and looking it over, he put his stuffed, black dufflebag on the foot of the queen sized bed as he passed it by. 'What the hell. It's like a high end hotel room.' Richard thought to himself as he peeked into the en-suite before stepping inside. He glimpsed the rather spacious shower and after a moments pause began undressing, his clothes quickly in a pile on the floor. Turning the knobs of the shower and expecting a steady stream of cold water for a while, he was surprised by the water turning into a pleasant warmness almost as soon as the water left the faucet. 'Fancy.' he mused to himself again. 'I wonder what else I'll be surprised by.', he thought, not realizing just how vast the store of surprises were left for him to discover. He had a large tattoo of two Chinese style dragons wrapping around his right shoulder, slightly faded with time as he'd gotten it when he was younger. One blue and one red. He had three stitched up and nicely healing, shallow slash wounds draped across his left shoulder and arm, two of them a bit down along his chest while the third led down his left upper arm. They had been placed on him by the monstrosity he'd fought and killed a little over a week ago. They were healing nicely but would leave some scarring. After a while in the shower, he eventually turned it off and dried himself off with one of the fluffy bath towels supplied to him. Wrapping one around his waist he made his way out to the rest of the room to get a change of clothes from his pack. He noticed a bunch of papers, neatly stacked, on the bed with an ink pen resting diagonally on top of them. Huh. he voiced audibly in surprise, clearly not expecting or even noticing that anyone had been in the room. He noticed a note on the stack and picked it up to read. Please read, and sign, while you wait it said. 'Fine. There's always paperwork involved. Why should this have been any different.' he thought, sighing dejectedly while he dropped his towel, unzipped his dufflebag and pulled out a pair of black boxers and a white short sleeved t-shirt and put them on. He moved himself on top of the bed and picked up the stack of papers and laid back against the soft cushioning, crossing his legs and resting his head against the pillow and began reading, one page at a time. It looked like a standard non-disclosure form one would have to sign before witnessing something secret. He didn't think twice about it and signed it as soon as he was done. He crossed his hands behind his head and stared up onto the ceiling for a while, his thoughts wandering over to the incident still vividly etched into his mind. 'What the hell was that thing.' he thought to himself in silence. This was one of the few times he had been able to think about it and not be overcome by dread and try to drink the image out of his head. Not long after he had signed, someone knocked on the door. Richard was abruptly interrupted in his train of thoughts and made his way out of bed and went to open up the door. Outside was the woman who had led him to his room when he had arrived and checked in at the front desk. Have you signed the paperwork? she asked Richard politely, a warm smile adorning her lips. Ah. Yes. I'll get them., he said shortly and turned around, went to the bed and back, picking the signed paper stack and the pen up along the way. She thanked him as he handed over the paperwork, making sure he had signed and thanked him again. I'll be back soon, please make yourself at home in the meanwhile. she said with a happy tone of voice and then bounded down the hall again. Richard closed the door and went back into his current abode. He looked across the room, wondering what he'd be doing for the unforeseeable future until the woman came back. Rummaging in his bag, looking for decent clothes to wear for this first encounter, he eventually settled on a pair of dark grey jeans with a dark-brown leather belt with an inconspicuous buckle to hold them up and a neat long sleeved black formal-wear shirt with black buttons. Some time passed and Richard had been served a nice meal of poultry and assorted fitting greens and sauces. He was now sitting in one of the chairs his room had. A cup of tea half full and gone cold on the cupboard next to him as he read a book that he had brought with him, hoping it would teach him something, anything about what he had seen. The title read Monsters. A bloody description. Unfortunately for Richard it was a fictional book, but it was the only thing he had been able to get at a regular bookstore that would be anything what he was looking for. There was again a knock on the door that breached the silence and Richard looked up, getting ready to put his book down when the door instead opened and revealed that it was once again the woman who cared for him during his stay in the room. Great. he said in response, putting his book down on the cupboard next to the cold tea and stood up and walked to follow her to meet with his new partner for his new job. Richard thought it was nice to stretch his legs a bit after being cooped up in that room for what seemed to be at least a few hours. He thought it was a bit strange that the'd be walking down into the basement of the building but he followed the woman in silence until they arrived at their intended destination. Ok, Thanks. he told her before she disappeared back from whence they came down here. He paced around the room he had been placed in and eventually ended up leaning back against a wall and just staring into the wall opposite of him. A while passed. He sighed. Another while passed and he became a little bit irritated with how long he was being put to wait at now multiple occasions. Groveling in self pity he, at first, didn't notice the wall opposite of him beginning to glow. He only snapped out of his thoughts when the bricks started moving. He stared in silence, his jaw having dropped a little bit unconsciously at the sight of the bricks rearranging themselves with a strange glowing. He looked spooked. Still so when the familiar elevator ding sounded across the room and the doors open to reveal a single woman. Still spooked, he did what she said and walked over to the elevator to enter, but slowly treading over the invisible boundary where the bricks had covered the wall as if he expected the wall to still be there or a trick to be played on him. He must have looked foolish doing so but he cared not how he looked for the circumstances were not ordinary. At least not to him they weren't. He placed himself close to the wall left of Grace and stood stiffly, watching the doors of the elevator close and the elevator began to move. A moment passed, nothing happened besides them moving, so he let his gaze wander to the woman with him. He visibly relaxed a little bit when nothing still happened. By quick glance she looked casual enough to render him slightly over dressed. Better safe then sorry, he thought. She didn't exactly look happy to see him, so he decided to approach a greeting formally, trying to be a good example, Hi, sorry. Yes I'm Richard Parker. Whom might you be? he asked her politely, extending a greeting hand towards her.