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The small group entered the room. They were all had something wrong. They 5 just didn't look, well, normal. Out of the 5 the Largest was Ryan.
Ryan was a tall muscular man. Recently he decommission from working as a Epsilon-11 due to a his eye being slashed from a breach at Site-88. Before being decommissioned, Ryan had been a Squad commander. He had been been in countless Breaches, and probably the most important was one back in 2012. Behind him was a nice looking lady, well besides here Deformity.
Johnson was a beautiful young woman. The problem, the left side of her head was missing. During an Chaos Raid, She and her security friends had been standing next to a door that a CI Agent had put a Breaching Charge on. She was the only one that survived. Though she her motor skills were not the best, she still could operate like a normal human. And looking at the missing part of her head was Jamison.
Jamison was 18 year old agent. He was diagnosed with ADHD after some how letting a Serpent's Hand get away. He was punished and was about to be given Amnestics when he was given an opportunity. Marching behind Jamison was the Sergeant Lance.
Lance was a formally a U.S. Soldier back in Iraq. When there, the Terrorist group "Eye for an eye" captured him. He was tortured by his captors they proceeded to Saw off his Right Forearm and his Left hand. He was soon was given a prosthetic but wasn't able to rejoin the fight. And walking by his side was the Blond Ronald.
Ronald was a dog. Yep a dog. He was Lance's dog. Ronald was a German Short-hair pointer. His front paws were taken off at the age of 3 months. The Group known as "The Cog Orthodox" were using him for experiments. Before anything bad could happen, the Foundation was able to save him. After that he was sent to a pound where Lance found him.
The 4, who could think, all were wondering the same thing, why does the Foundation need a bunch of freaks.
They all, well besides Ronald, looked at the man at the desk.The man was average size for a guy. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes. He look pretty normal, at least that the group could tell. The man stood up. He cleared his throat.
"Hello, I am Agent Houston. Formal apart of Apollo-13 or 'Game Wardens.'" He announced with much joy "Alright I am going to be calling Role. Please State 'Here' if I call your name."
Houston was name them off the majority of them answering a soon as possible. He then begin to write on the chalk board behind him. Righting out the letters "G", "O", and "I".
"Who can tell me what these mean?" Houston Asked turning around.
Only two hands went up, Lance first then Johnson a few seconds after. Houston pointed toward Lance.
"Is it a Special Operations Term?" Lance asked.
"No. It is not." Houston answered back. He then point toward Johnson.
"It Stands for 'Group of Interest'. Or a group that has the interest from the Foundation." Stated Johnson.
"Yes." Houston Said pleasantly.
"Permission to Speak, sir?" Asked Lance.
"Hold up G.I. Joe. Drop the act, we are all friends here." Said Houston.
"Oh, uh, Can I asked a question?" Lance asked unnaturally.
"Go ahead."
"What is this 'Foundation' you are talking about?"
"Oh! You don't know." He stated interested. "Well, Uh…Can I get back to that?"
