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The cold wind slapped against the Foundation personnel as they sat down to honor the dead. The white marble tombstones giving off an ever worse eerie vibe than what had already filled the air. No one in the Foundation had seen this site before, only the O5 Council had even known it existed. It was the Council Cemetery as they liked to call it. A place for the O5's to be buried after they had died.
In front of the crowd was a lone black coffin with the logo of the Intelligence Agency etched into it. Mourning filled the air as many of the personnel began to break into solemn weeping for their dead friend. Even some of the O5's could be seen wiping tears away. Off to the right were 4 soldiers adorned in their Dress Blues, however, the uniform was black, and each member of the unit wore a human skull on top of a balaclava to cover their faces. Each soldier carried an M1 Garand at a high-ready shooting stance.
Guarding the funeral grounds were members of the Intelligence Agency, wearing their full Dress Blues. The O5 Council members sat in solemn silence at the back. And three of them stood out. An elderly gentleman remained at the end of the row, a blank expression remaining on his face. His eyes seem devoid of sleep and bags hung under his eyes. The man next to him was much younger,
