#quietstarter

Donnie had been so deep in his thoughts that he hadn't realized he walked directly into a strangers path. Just before he bumping into them he looked up. “Shit, sorry there. I wasn't watching where I was going.”

Zey hear someone approach, their footsteps soft on the carpeted floor but zey ignore them, focused on the book until zeir pile of books shakes, someone having bumped into them, almost sending them toppling. Zey hiss and reach out to steady the pile, eyes raising to look at whoever had bumped zeir books, a frown on zeir face. “I’m sorry, is my out of the way pile of books in your way?”

Dragging down a lungful of smoke, he turned and looked at the person making their way down the alley. Smiling at them he exhaled, trying to be polite and not blowing it in their face. “Fuck off beautiful day that we’re 'aving,” he commented with a smirk, “nice to see the sun for once.”

Zhou has yet to meet all the members of zeir team. Zey have met most of the people, but a few have still managed to elude zem. So zey take it into zeir own hands to find and follow the various members around, in various forms, mos times that of a small cat, always different colors and types, though still holding the distinct mark of his birthmark that sits on his left haunch in his current cat form. Zey’ve made zeir way through almost the entire facility, only now hitting this more secluded room.

Zey wander zeir way into it, leaping onto one of the tables and sitting at one of the corners, ears twitching and shifting as zey listen to the room. Zey hear someone in the back corner and jump down, padding towards the source of the noise. Whoever it is, zey hope its one of zeir team members, or zey just wasted time searching in this room.

Bastian was on-site in the underground shooting range. He generally spent an hour or two each day working on various weapons training for himself. As a way to keep current on all the types of equipment the government utilized, improved upon, and introduced to its operatives. Most of the time they released mods or improvements that he liked to test out. He was best with pistols and rifles.

Once before his shift began and once after it ended. His ritual to start and end the day. It gave him focus, and a sort of calm - regardless of what went on. Perhaps it was the soldier in him. Or the tortured man he hardly even recognized anymore.