[Max]

It’s about time we start I think. So I’ll give the setting and stuff.
The SUF building is a tall 3-story building, with many windows and few doors. There is the front door, back door, and one side door. Once inside. There are twisting hallways, that if you didn’t know enough about, would have you lost instantly. The 1st floor is the main floor, there are potted plants on either side of the front door and a tile floor. It has an elevator and a staircase to go up and down. Going down the stairs leads you to a laboratory that only specific personnel can enter. Going up the stairs leads you to the 2nd floor. There are many doors, some small laboratories and others offices for the upper ranked. And once again there is another elevator and a staircase. Going up the stairs leaves you up on the last level of the building, the 3rd. The 3rd floor mainly consists of conference rooms or lounges. But there is one thing, the boss of the whole SUF office is on this floor. His hair is silver-gray, and icy blue eyes would stare back at you if you stared at him. His name is Mousy, why? Well, you’ll find out sooner or later.

[Max]

Max rummaged around in his office on the second floor, looking for the copies of what the mission is to be. Sitting down at his desk, he opened all the drawers looking for the papers. He sighed when he didn’t find them. Getting up he walked over to his bookshelf. Taking out a purple book, he opens it to pg. 287. He brought out his mobile and typed in the numbers on the page of the book. The person picked up on the third ring. “Hello?” A guy said, his voice was smooth and under control.
“Yes, this is Max calling,” The caller said.
“What is it Max?”
“I called because I… lost the reports,” He hung his head in shame. I really have to clean up after myself, he thought.
He heard the voice on the other side sigh, “It’s a good thing that I have more, just in case.”
“Okay, I’ll come right now.” He said quickly and hung up. He went out of his office, went to the elevator, and pressed the 3 button. Once there he got more reports and gave them all to their respectful owners. I, Lionel, Marion, Ara, Bell, Juno, and X.

[Tartarus]

In the conference room, a young intern stood uncomfortably beside the woman currently reclining like a woozy panther, her high-heeled feet propped on the table. Marion tilted her head languidly and gazed at the papers being offered to her. “Hmmm?” She leaned back in her chair and reached one perfectly manicured hand to take the packet. “Now what’re y’all up to this time…?” She mused, wiping the lipstick stains from her coffee cup as she read. The scent of cigarette smoke hung suffocatingly heavy in the air, and Marion made no attempt to conceal the full ashtray beside her. Mousy had strictly banned smoking in their offices, but he had made no mention of the conference room. The intern began coughing feebly from the smog and hurried toward the door. “Oh would you refill this, darlin’?” She held out the coffee mug to him as he came back. “four sugars, no cream. Thanks hun.” She turned back to the report as he left, a slight frown forming in the corner of her mouth.

[BlueMoon]

Juno had Hewie up on a table in her lab with a section of his leg opened up revealing lots of wires. Juno tweaked a few things and closed his leg back up. Hewie jumped down and let out a happy bark. “There ya go, boy. You need to be more careful during training!” she said excitedly to get Hewie to do that cute little wiggle he does when he’s happy and wagging his tail. He ran over to Layla and laid down. Juno packed up her tools and put them away. She took a look around and noticed the rest of the lab was quite a mess. She always had little projects going when things were slow at work.

She heard a knock on her door after she started to clean up more of her lab. She walked over and opened the door. “What’s going on?” she asked inquisitively. She was ready for some action. One of the interns handed her some papers and left quickly. She had a weird affect on the interns, probably because she didn’t always conduct the quietest of experiments. She stood in her doorway as she looked over the papers.

“Hmm…”

[Bell]

And a one. *Thunk* And a two. *Thunk* Three. *Thunk* Four. *Thunk* Five, Six and Seven. *Thunk, Thunk, Thunk*

In the darkly lit room, Bell could barely see the moving targets. Trusting her instincts she threw her blades as the animated dummies moved towards her. To bad Mousey and Maxie refuse to let me use the interns anymore. These pathetic animations are alright for simple target practice. But nothing has a sweeter joy then the shedding of rich crimson blood…

A loud rap on the door disturbs her thoughts. “Enter and make your motives known!” She commands keeping her back to the door. A tall male intern enters the dark room holding a manila envelope. Believing the room to be empty he talks to the air. “I have document for a ‘Bell’…” Holding up the envelope, a knife goes past his ear to pin the package onto the far wall. A putrid smell enters the room as the poor boy shats his pants.

“Oh that is just disgusting” drawls Bell’s voice softly from the dark. “Tell Max to send a braver kiddie next time. I dont need you all stinking up my place every time you have to bring me a note.”

Hastily the intern makes a hasty retreat shutting the door behind him.
With a sigh, Bell flicks the lights back on and opens up the window to air out the room. “Every single time.” Shaking her head she grumbles to herself. “Interns these days…”

Going over to the back wall she pulls out her knife to open up the envelope. Reading it twice she continues to grumble to herself. “Stupid Max. This is so basic! You dont need my help in this! Argh…”
Grabbing a sweater and placing her knives back in there appropriate sheathes she heads out of the room locking it behind her to go complain to Max.

[naga5000]

Omepheus had been laying on a couch when a smelly intern showed up. He covered his nose immediately, retching as the boy handed him the papers. He waved the boy off, not even trying to hide his miscontent as he turned to the papers, his eyes barely scanning them. “Man, seems like something I could’ve done as a child.” He muttered, a smirk finding it’s way to his face.

[♒Eridan caligulasAquarium Ampora♒]

Lionel was busy learning to use this neat snake sword it seemed alive so he sat alone in his room with the blade “alright now strike” he cries but it stays “come on do something” and it coiled up on the desk when he tried to grab it, the blade would snap at him “alright later then” by then he heard a knock on the door. Without saying a word he grabbed the reports “easy enough” if I can use that sword he said he knew how to use it when he really only inherited it recently so he needs some training but that wasn’t important this right in his hand was.

[Tartarus]

It was certainly taking that intern a long time to retrieve her coffee. But Marion was in no rush to go speak to her team about this issue so it was a welcome excuse really. She took the chance to tidy up a bit, spraying another half can of hairspray onto her precisely styled coiffure and brushing the ashes off her ruffled silk blouse. She was just freshening up her lipstick when the intern slipped dejectedly back into the room. “Oh there you are…” She said, turning to him and wrinkling her nose slightly. “Sorry, uh, Bell… Startled me.” He looked ready to curl up and die as he handed her the coffee cup. “Knives?” She said, taking a sip, “this is perfect by the way, thank you.” The boy was staring grimly at the ground. “Oh come now sweetie, it’s not so bad. What’s your name? I never did get to ask.” “Casey.” He said miserably. “Casey, Bell scares the shit out of everyone-” she paused apologetically, realizing that wasn’t quite the right metaphor for right now. “But that’s what being a policeman is, running around with terror in your heart and a scowl on your face. You freak out, you move on.” Casey laughed for a second before saying “yeah but, I…” And gesturing vaguely to his lower half. “Oh I have just the thing!” Marion said, handing him back the coffee and running to her office.

A few minutes later, two pairs of polished Gucci high heels clacked side by side down the hallway, the legs above them clad in elegant silk stockings, just high enough to give a peak of the garters under their owners’ tantalizingly short hip hugging skirts. People leaned out of their offices curiously as the agents walked by, greeted by a few wolf whistles. “Good morning Mr. Winston!” Casey called brightly to his boss and gave a dainty wave. Marion smiled and waved as well, the kid was a fast learner. “I still don’t know about these shoes. Or the stockings.” Casey admitted once they were inside the elevator as he stared down at his legs, which seemed rather mismatched with the shirt and tie he was still wearing. “Oh hush, they go with the skirt.” Marion laughed, pulling out a box of cigarettes from inside her bra and lighting one. “besides, you look amazing.” “Really? You think so?” The intern’s face lit up. “Definitely. Here,” she held out the box and lighter to him. “Calm your nerves.” He hesitated, clearly not a smoker, but then threw his hands up in dramatic ‘what the hell. Why not”, fashion, and accepted.

[Max]

Max walked into Bell’s room without knocking.”So Bell, I heard that you scared one of our interns…” He let it hang there, walking up to her. He watched as her knives hit their targets. He nods his head thinking about something, “Actually this isn’t the first time that I heard this. You know, you really need to stop doing that,” he sighs.

[Bell]

(( Apparently I am still in my room…-___- Start reading peoples posts Maxie~ *Shrug* *Goes with the flow* ))

“Max.” With a sharp turn she directs her next blade at his head to which he merely ducks laughing. “You should know better than to just walk in on me. For that matter, we need to get braver interns. I didnt even come close to him! So pathetic.” Shaking her head she looks at him. “So whats this about the mission?”

[DolimiccanDragon]

In front of a door, a Lucario, me, stood. My fur rustling in the wind, I stood outside the large building I was hoping to become a member of. The Hunters were allied with them, and I decided I might want to enter. I had been invited, after all. I walked through the doors, and used the tile floor’s smoothness to my advantage. I slid over to the front desk and said to the clerk, “The name’s Taren Recurio. I am a member of an allied group called the Chaos Hunters, and was invited to become a member of this group. Do you know where I might be able to sign up?”

[Max]

“Ah, yes, good question Bell,” Max starts, “Mousey said that there’s a bunch of weird looking people around town. He said that he’s seen them first-hand, and you know how he gets when you don’t believe him.” He grins and chuckles a bit. “Anyways, back to the mission. These weird people are called the Shadow Sellers. Whatever they can get their hands on, they sell. And it seems that their clothing helps them with the stealing, they camouflage the wearer. As in they can sneak from shadow to shadow. Even though it seems like an easy job to get rid of them, there have been at least five reports of people missing when they went after them. So that’s why Mousey gave the orders to have all of us stop them.” He finishes.
While he was just finishing talking, a girl looks up with a headset on. Looking up she saw a young boy, in his early teens. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a shirt with fire on it. “Yes? May I help you?” She asks. Letting him speak, she learned that his name was Taren Recurio, and was invited to come work here. She smiled at him, then typed into her computer to make sure the facts were right. Smiling once more she said, “Ah, yes, Taren. You may go up to the third floor and walk down the hallway on your right until you meet the last door.”

[I]

The silhouette was standing outside the building. He took a deep breath and entered the building, only to be immediately met with a maze of hallways.
“Oh for fuck’s sake.” he mumbled under his breath,
He had a feeling he would be saying that quite a bit here.

[cedertree]

Aydin had to work fast. He knew they’d show up at any moment. He was running out of time. Tick-tock tick-tock, went the clock on the wall. Aydin needed to focus. He needed to stay on task. Once they showed up the chance to get this done will be over with. But that damned ticking. Tick-tock. That was it. Aydin scooted away from the computer and went over to the wall where the clock was. He reached up and took the clock down. He took a screw driver and removed one of the cogs. Why did such a high tech lab have such an old fashioned clock anyway? Aydin started to ponder this and then quickly remembered where he was. He put the clock down and ran back over to the computer. On the screen was a complex mathematical formula which mathematicians had deemed unsolvable. Aydin was about to crack it. It had been bothering him for weeks. Ever since Bell shown it to him on purpose, she knew it would mess with him. He spent countless hours trying to solve it. Either in his head or on a computer. His lab however did not have enough firepower. The downstairs lab did. He had requested multiple times to be allowed down here. Max each time politely declined. Hacking past the security was pretty easy. It was child’s play really. But it was only a matter of time before they noticed and everything he had worked for would be for not. He had to solve this, he just had to. Tick-tock. This he knew did not come from the clock. It was his own head starting up again. Tick-tock. Aydin typed furiously as he tried to get the ticking out of his head. The ticking was persistent. He shook his head. He NEEDED to focus. Any moment now, the door will open. Any moment now, security will show up and take him away before he can finish his work. He calculated how much time he had left in his head. Less than he needed. Aydin lowered his head and counted. 5…4…3…2…1… Right on cue, the door opened. In stepped one of SUF’s guards. “You are not supposed to be in here.” the guard growled. Aydin didn’t respond, just continued to hang his head. The guard dragged him by the arm, out of the lab and up the stairs. The guard was going on about how he was in trouble, but Aydin didn’t hear him. There was only one sound in his head. Tick-tock tick-tock.

[♒Eridan caligulasAquarium Ampora♒]

“HIIYA” Lionel’s snake blade while in whip form stabbed through the wall to his,”Whoops, well i’m sure no one noticed, though that’s probably why I was told to not train in my room especially after last time”, he reminisces about a fire spell he was learning causing a “minor” fire leading to him leaving a burning room coughing and gagging,”well I guess I could just take a walk around to see what was where,” so he walked aimlessly while whistling