..mission brief...
So being an agent for the Iniative is definitly not a bad thing. I mean, ridding the world of these creatures, the hostiles, it makes me feel like I'm doing something right. Just because, I didn't go off and join the army and be shipped off to some distant war, doesn't make me any less of a man. I don't care what my dad has to say about it, I am paying my debt to my country back, and it's at home. Bagging the hostile's, if only he knew.
I walked out of the frat house, which was a cover for the Initiative, and went to Student Services to sign up for my new classes. Spring term here I come. This frat thing is a pretty good cover, keeps all the agents together, easily accessible for when things get out of hand.
I finished signing up for classes, sure to get Professor Walsh for Pshychology, well because I know her, she's pretty much behind the Iniative, and well it isn't that bad of a class. I took the rest of my core classes as well.
Once I was done, I grabbed the books that I needed from the library, took them back to the house and tossed them onto my bed and grabbed a shower. Time to mingle, this being a freshmen thing is different. I never got to be the "new kid" and now, I was the "new kid" along with a hundred other college freshmen at UC Sunnydale.
I remember my briefing from earlier in the week, maintain a low profile. Maybe make one or two of the "townies" a friend. But keep a low profile, keep to myself. Not something that is hard, because I've been doing it my whole life. Living in the shadow of my big brother, never was easy. Sure, we were a great team, and we were the "town heros" because we brought our team to victory. But, it wasn't just us, we had an entire team behind us at the time.
I think that living in a small town may have made me treat people differently. I've always been nice to people, even complete strangers. Like that man in the suit that asked me to join some Secret Military Agency, I told him he was confused, he wanted my older brother. The man gave me his card and told me to call him if I changed my mind. I put the card on my drawer and it sat there for a while. My brother joined the Army, and went off to fight. A few weeks later he was MIA, the entire town came to a stop. Everyone was praying and wishing he'd come home. Four days later, we get the news that they found his body. He was moving some children from a house and was killed. Only my brother could go out and still be the hero.
After that, nobody in the town could look at me again. I reminded everyone of him, my own parents couldn't stand the sight of me. So I picked up the phone and called the man in the suit up. He came and picked me up, and I trained at an Iniative camp for about 6 months, taking hand-to-hand combat, weapons training, and stealth tactics. I met some great friends at the trainig as well. Forrest and Finn, we were like brothers. Riley was always better, and he is now our team leader, but the guy is good at leading, I'd follow him to the death.
So we were all given this assignment here in Sunnydale, to help protect the people from these hostile's. If only my dad could see me now, I'm not some screw-up who hasn't served their country. I'm serving it now, if only I could tell him. I can't, nobody can know.