John stood in a rather dark room, in front of him where these panel-like ledges. But they weren't ledges per se, they were like giant seats of sorts, they were embedded into the wall but was opened up, like a drawer, and people sat there. How many? One, two.. Four of them, their faces where indistinguishable as the darkness covered them. Suddenly one of them spoke, "Good track record, eh?" His voice was that of a middle-aged man, dialect was that of Canadian.
"Top of the class, excellent marksman. Even did high performance tasks for both the United States and the United Kingdom." This time it was a Russian accent, and a woman, into her 40s perhaps?
"Yes, yes, he is the prodigal son we get it.. Could we move on, jeez." A younger American, and from the tone.. A brat.
"I bet you are rather confused are you not? Being called to a strange room, with even stranger people?" John was taken back by this, he was far different from everyone else, and from the silence of the others; a force to be reckoned with.
His voice was much.. Different. It didn't even sound human at first, it was more.. Hypnotic.The calmness and determination of his tone certainly surprised him, John didn't even know people could sound like that.
"No sir, more curious than confused." Speaking in his rather light British accent he stood up straight and held an amused look on his face. A small chuckle was heard from the 'leader', "While this little assignment isn't exactly putting all of your.. 'Talents' to use it is certainly an important-" Was that sarcasm? "-Your subject is Sam Thompson, age: 23, male, 5'9'', brunette-" John stepped forward and quickly interrupted, "I'm sorry, are you asking me to shadow some bloke?"
Dead silence. Shuffling of paper and furious scribbling was heard. John immediately regretted his outburst, "Yes." Wide-eyed he only stare dumb-founded at the shadowy silhouette, well he was rather blunt. "But. This is not all. Recent word from the young soldier's previous mission is that his partner was injured and is now... Obsolete." How could he use that word to describe a person? "-You will be his replacement and work alongside him. Your primary is, and will always be unless directed by us, to uncover some information that may be of use to us. We recently heard of renegade tactics used amongst our soldiers, these tactics are dangerous and not protocol. We hoped sometime with a soldier will figure out the source of these tactics and stop them from spreading."
"You will not be using an alias for this assignment, hmph-" A chuckle? "-Seems you can finally be yourself huh John?" He bowed his head as if answering his rhetorical question, he understood this meaningless assignment no further explanations were needed. He turned for the door but stopped at the sound of his voice, "I would remember next time, if I were you, to not have a little outburst like that again.." As John left he heard an uproar of laughter from the other members. Bollocks.
After hopping on a private jet he found himself at the Academy in what seemed like minutes! Waiting nearby the entrance he ran through what the man said, recalling what he said about Sam. Ugh, if only he hadn't interrupted him he would have a better description! Looking up he saw someone that had slightly fit his description. John scurried to his feet and ran towards him, "Um, 'ello! I'm hoping you are Sam Thompson?"
