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Posted by Blue Beetle
on 8/17/2008, 11:04 pm, in reply to "Quiet Moves: New Directions (Part II)"
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"You passed." I look up at the woman in front of me. Her hair is short and black, her eyes are brown. Her name is Jessica Midnight, one of the Black side's Bishops, I know that much. It's one of the few things I've been able to pick up during my stay here.
"Thanks. Glad I meet your high standards." My ribs ache a little. They had decided that it was time I get back on feet, meaning I had just fought a sparring match against another one of Checkmate's latest recruits. My opponent had been decked out in black body armor and helmet, while I was dressed in white. Can't fault these guys for liking to coordinate.
"You have a briefing at 1300. It's in the main conference room. You know where the showers are." She's blunt; I have yet to meet a secret agent who isn't. At least Waller humored me with a conversation. I walk toward the locker where I had changed from the hospital gown into my "training" attire. I walk past the other agents, sucking in my gut as I do so. Reaching the locker I had been assigned, I sit down on the wooden bench. Inside the locker is a white suit, I'm guessing tailored to my size. I let the battle mask that I had worn fall to the ground with a dull thud that echoes in the moist air of the locker room. I next strip off the chest plating and micromesh shirt that I had worn under it. I feel sorry for whoever has to do the laundry in this place.
I can see the scar on my chest, scars actually. One in the center, the other on my left side slightly below where my ribs end. Battle scars, I chuckle at the thought. They said I was in surgery for thirty six hours, then sedated for two weeks allowing my injuries to heal without any problems. I guess that's what the mean when they say cutting edge medicine. They told me my heart stopped, that I was dead, something I still have trouble wrapping my head around. I thought death was going to be something different, instead it was just there...
I look at the wrist gauntlet that they had provided for me while I sparred. In many ways it's similar to the one I wore on my costume, something they told me was forfeit at this point. This gauntlet however receives a signal from a small microchip they placed on the lining of my heart. If it started to give out again the chip would release a dose of adrenaline along with an electrical charge in hopes of keeping it going. They told me it was the best they could do, I asked if my HMO covered it. They didn't laugh.
Looking over in the mirror, I fix the collar on my white shirt. I slide the jacket up my arms resting it on my shoulders. The hallway is quiet, the afternoon sunning streaming through the large windows that are positioned at the west end. I glance at a few of the portraits that line the walls. Some of the people I recognize, a few seem vaguely familiar although I can't place where I know them from.
"If you'll follow me Mr. Kord, Dr. Waller and the rest of the Royalty are waiting for you." The man who walks besides me is young; his skin is a deep tan. His brown almost black eyes sit deep within his angular face. His uniform is white, and with the exception of the imprinted Pawn over his right breast, is exactly the same as the one Midnight wore.
"You wouldn't know what this meeting pertains to? Would you?" I question not really expecting an answer back.
"No sir. My instructions are to escort you to the meeting room." He's as blunt as Midnight had been. Not a talkative bunch. I try and keep track of all the corners we have taken from the locker room to get here. I lose track after the third left from the second floor elevator. For a castle this place is extremely modern.
My escort stands at the door as I open it and walk inside of the room. In the middle of the room sits Waller, she occupies one of the chairs on the right side of the large table. Next to her sits a man that I've only heard of through reputation, his hair is parted to the left. Opposite them sits a woman with short black hair and what I can only guess is some kind of bruise over her left eye. I recognize the man next to her immediately as Michael Holt, Mr. Terrific.
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