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Post by Richter Slade on Nov 20, 2013 11:56:10 GMT
After his latest mission abroad, Richter had decided he needed to return to base. He wasn't sure why he wanted to, but that he had it drilled into his mind that he had to. Either way, he was back in the United States and en route to the main Iustus Headquarters in Lincoln Nebraska, via his epic motorcycle. It didn't take him long to reach the base from the local airport and as he arrived, he flashed his badge to the gate guard. The soldier, a man hardened by experience, still flinched when he saw who the badge identified Richter as and was allowed entrance. Richter scoffed to himself as he put the pedal to the metal, as it were, and drove in. He found it irritating that people still stared at him as if he were a god, even though he has been with the organization for about a hundred years. The only people that didn't treat him like that were his fellow hunters, at least the squad he worked with directly. Shaking his head, the one-eyed hunter pulled into his assigned parking space in a guard garage and dismounted. He didn't bother locking the bike or anything because it had no keyhole to start it. It required a jolt from his power to get it started but who else would now that?
Once inside, he showed his security card to another guardsman who gave him access and strolled through the checkpoint. Though he was tired and hungry, he felt the need to give the hunters based at the HQ a surprise inspection. He always felt the need to try and throw them off guard, to catch them unaware so he could reprimand them and show who was in charge. The Hunter Leader took a few turns, when down a flight of stairs and crossed the yard to the nearby barracks assigned to the Hunters. He stormed inside the first dorm and yelled aloud.
"Inspection, stand at attention!"
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Post by LYNN on Nov 22, 2013 6:53:14 GMT
A crack of thunder rumbled over head and the rain seemed to intensify it's attack on the roof. A storm was in the process of moving over the headquarters. It was said to pass soon but the weathermen are always wrong. A storm this strong would go on for at least an hour or two longer than anticipated. Lightning flashed and the air seemed to crackled as the thunder let out another low rumble. Foot bobbing to a steady beat the female hummed a soft tune along with it. Storms were her favorite type of weather. The air was practically crackling with electrical charge. It made her feel relaxed in a way. That asshole of a leader of theirs was gone away on some mission so they could take it easy. It was nicer when he was gone. There wasn't as much pressure on the squad and everyone could relax. That didn't mean they were bad at their job. Oh heavens no. They were the best of the best, but even the best need a little R and R. A few of her squad mates were centered in the room throwing around cards and betting their possessions. Some bet clothes. Some bet pictures of loved ones. There were even some who bet their weekly duties. Such annoying games.
A block rested on the female's knee and she carefully sharpened her blade along it. The sharp noise cut through the laughs and shouts, but their volume never changed. They were having fun and who was she to stop them. Except that their fun was interrupted by their glorious leader barging through the dorm door. Almost immediately her squad mates jumped to their feet. Cards were thrown into chests and things were quickly thrown away as everyone lined up before their beds. Sighing, the female put away her knife and block and moved to join the others. She was one of the few females of the group. Whether it had to do with their Leader or because most chicks wanted to be a Scientist, she hadn't the slightest idea. Normally the different groups would have two dorms for their recruits, but since the Hunters were so small they put them all in one. Some might scoff at the idea of males and females sleeping under the same roof, but the females in the Hunters made sure the males kept their hands to themselves. A surprise inspection meant that their glorious leader was feeling the need to flaunt his authority. This should be an interesting day.
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