Thread: Agency 666 (QC X Ryax)

As Richard stepped into the elevator, Grace pressed a button with a H on it. Moments later the doors slid shut and the elevator began moving down. As he offered his hand to her, she looked him up and down, an eyebrow raised. After a moment she shrugged and took his hand in a firm handshake. The names Grace. She said, crossing her arms again. Looks like Im going to be your partner for the time being. She offered him a half hearted smile before carrying on. I dont know what youve been told about the Agency, so I guess Ill start from the beginning. Our mandate is to protect the mundane world from threats of the supernatural kind. We work in the shadows, above all forms of law enforcement agencies and, if need be, above governments. Grace watched Richards face keenly, keeping an eye on his reaction. Shed seen people completely lose their shit before, but so far he seemed to be taking it relatively well. Thats not to say everything supernatural is evil. Often we work in partnership with people and creatures of the supernatural or magical variety. Ill explain more about it later. As for your role, youll be a field agent with me. Itll be our job to investigate possible threats and deal with them. Most of the time well be able to do so ourselves, but the Agency also has a small paramilitary force that can deal with larger threats. Grace paused and the elevator finally dinged. The doors slid open to reveal what looked like a military installation. The corridors were plain concrete, with the occasional steel pipework. On the floor were lines of different colours, green, red yellow and blue. Stepping off, Grace gestured for Richard to follow. I know Im throwing a lot of information your way and you must have hundreds of questions. I promise Ill answer them all soon. She said as she led him along the corridors. So this is the habitation floor, at the very bottom of the base. Youve got living quarters, showers, mess hall, gym, pool. Everything you could need. Grace pointed everything out to him as they walked the maze like complex. They passed plenty of people by, most dressed casually in normal clothes or black military fatigues. There was a faint buzz of conversation in the air. Men and woman of all ages and races could be spotted in their rooms, relaxing, chatting or playing games. Finally Grace reached a closed door. This is us. On the other side was a small room with two single beds on opposite sides. Each bed had a bedside table, footlocker and a head height locker with a hanging rail. One side of the room was plain and unadorned. Clearly the furniture handt been used in a long while. The other side was clearly Graces. The bedding was made but slightly creased, the furniture showing signs of usage. Various trinkets and objects littered her bedside table, including a framed picture of a young woman with long blonde hair. She gestured for Richard to take a seat on his bed, before perching on her own. A word of warning, dont get too attached to your room. Ive been stationed here in Washington for almost a year due to a case, but before that I traveled all over, wherever I was required. The powers that be tend to give us a little choice in what cases we take, more so than conventional organisations. But now that youre sat down, time for the big news. She paused, taking a deep breath. I dont know how much of the paperwork you read, most people dont read much, but as of now you no longer exist. Any mention, any record of you has been purged from existence. No birth record, hospital treatments, nothing. That is how far in the shadows we work. Grace stopped and was about to stand and resume their tour, before sighing to herself and leaning back. This can be a lot for most people to take in, so if you need a minute, let me know, or if you have any questions, shoot away.