CRASH
THUD
THUMP
SPLAT
COLLAPSE
Lying on the ground, feet swept from under him, now laid Shawn with a pole to his throat held by Ellie. Steps echoing taking aback, the clang of the wood pole on the ground with a glare resting upon Shawn, a bit of a surprised looked upon his face.
“This is truly the best the North has to offer? Pft… what a joke… it’s a wonder they needed us...”
A smile spreads, a chuckle escaping, “Haha, well ya got me Ellie, good job nonetheless,” as the motion of an arm outward with a hand outstretched connected to the smiling Shawn, Ellie looking down in disgust stepping back.
“Just stay out of my way you trash!”
“Oh uh… oh… ok?”
With a laugh, the trio of trouble from the South had begun to step away, their steps echoing in the great hall whilst Dawn stepped beside, assisting Shawn in standing.
“Damn those three are creeps.”
“Oh forget about it Dawn, let’s just get to the briefing room… they’ll come around eventually after all.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“Clearly that Ellie lady has a reason for not liking us which we can learn and solve, Jehkal sides with his team, and Zedd just needs to get to know us. I’m pretty confident.”
“Truly now? Heck, that’d be unnecessary...”
“You think?”
“Probably.”
“Well, whatever, come on Dawn.”
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Not more than an hour later, sitting outside an office door labeled Mr. Bishop the two sat in pink chairs on either side of the door, there being about fourteen in total scattered along the walls. As both Dawn and Shawn sat, in and out, opening and closing, multiple people going on and on and on from the office, to the hall, others into the hall and in the office, like a circus.
Sat along the right wall, the trio and to the left, two other elite, Steven, and Francis. Twiddling his thumbs, Steven would glance around at the three to examine them, then to the other team of two, then to Shawn and Dawn.
“STEVEN YOU FRICKEN CREEPY EYED MOTHER, STOP BEING ANAL AND NERVOUS!!!”
“Hey, preach love and life buddy, don’t be a jerk.”
“GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH”
“Pst… Shawn.”
“Yeah?”
“Why are the others here?”
“Not sure… but I’m two seconds from dropping a two by four on top of Francis’ head...”
“I HEARD THAT!!!”
“Good you loud jerk.”
“WHY YOU-”
SMACK!!!
“Enough Francis!”
“HRRRAAAAAAAAAAA, WHY!?!?!?”
The creak of a door, then a slam against the wall, in the doorway rushing out a team of three, their steps echoing as they flew off, Shawn following them with a glance, “What the..?”
“Alright, next.”
Steven and Francis both stood, turning and walking, followed by the other two, then Shawn and Dawn, then the trio of trouble right inside. Inside, they cluttered around a large wood desk, book shelves and various stands around with weapons, fine china, art, photos, and various other things. On the desk, a large lamp, several open books, a plaque with the words Mr. Bishop on them. The room, oak wood mostly with a tiled floor and sealing but above all, on the basic side.
“Alright, howdy guys, I’m Timothy Bishop, mission officer for this entire city if you don’t know and these two are my assistants.”
“Protonathan Jonathan.”
“Emile and that’s all you need to know.”
“Right then so I’ve just been handed down order requests. We’ve received a report of a Darkling Attack occurring on a smaller domed village to the South East and the higher ups would like me to dispatch one of our finer teams to the scene to investigate.”
“So you’re sending two Combat Trainers who don’t do field work, us fresh elite who have never seen combat, two elite that are new to the city, and three new recruits also new to the city...”
“Hey I mean whatever we have available right Tim?”
“What John said so we just need you guys to go out and do a sweep because we can’t really pay any advanced teams to do the job right now…”
“Plus the elite teams are all busy because Emile fucked up the paper work.”
“Hey it’s not MY fault I didn’t know which stack of paperwork was right.”
“You were told to do the work on the left!! How can you mix up your rights and lefts, honestly!?”
“Hey it was an honest mistake!”
“Just like that time you mixed up North and South!?”
“Hey that compass was new!”
“IT HAD AN N ON IT FOR NORTH!!!”
“Uh… yeah anyways, you guys can just go… here’s the paperwork and good luck?”
Turning out of the office with work in hand, Steven lead the group with Francis close behind, exiting as Emile and John continued to argue, leaving Tim to simply sigh.
“God, what is up with this place’s higher ups?”
“If we knew, we might never be heard from again brother...”
“I hear you there Dawn.”
“So do I,” Steven grumbled.
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