“Dominic Richards would you please come to the service bay.”
A low voice sounded out in the small room Dom was using. He still hadn’t adjusted to the lack of windows and cramped space of being underground, though he knew deep deep down he probably never would. Even if his mind wasn’t adjusted, his body certainly had. Already, Dom had turned into one of the main people sent on missions. His well-trained body and power made him perfect for combat situations, and since Morgana’s Academy now seemed to have become a bunker for a small army, it only made sense that he would be one of their main officers.
With a small sigh, Dom sat up, rubbing at the scruff on his chin. He wouldn’t have time to get rid of that, though he was slowly beginning to think that it suited him now. Ever since Meggie had- well... it was just hard for him to care about stuff like shaving since... since a while now.
He let out another sigh, before grabbing a shirt and shoving it over his head, then quickly scrawling a note out for Marissa. She had been just as busy as he was recently, but in case she came to find him, he’d promised her he would always leave a note. Finally, with one last “I love you,” scrawled in his messy script, he opened his door into the dark hallway and made his way towards the main hall where he knew he would find whoever else he had been matched up with waiting. He opened the doors to the room, blinking as the artificial lights temporarily blinded him, and then looked around before his eyes finally fell upon a familiar face.
“Looks like we’re paired up, this time.”
