#visorshot

     Ever since he’d accepted the invitation to join the program, Carter had harbored his doubts. Years of distinguished service found him pulled away from his high ranking position and thrown him in here. Sure, the promise of it was tempting, they’d sold it far too well for Carter to logically turn it down. He’d been the talk of his old unit before he said his goodbyes. Which left him here, with nary a friend to speak of. It was daunting in a way, going from respected and cared for to being what could be considered nobody. 

     Maybe that feeling is why he’s taken a seat for the time being next to one of the other prospects in his group. Alpha, was their name. Not very original, but Carter didn’t expect originality. Already his body wanted a break from the extensive training they were running them through. As far as Carter could tell, it was going to be the easiest part of this whole ordeal. There would be chemicals involved eventually, he knows the way these programs work. Perhaps that’s why he’s a part of it. Not to be too distracted by his own thoughts, he looks to the man next to him, holding out his hand and giving the other a smile. 

     “ Hey. Name’s Carter. Though, you might know that one already given the fact they did call our names. Never hurts to be polite about it as far as I’m concerned. Best to get to know each other a little bit, seeing as we’re going to be in the same training group for the foreseeable future, right ? ”

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When orders were received, the sniper looked the mission jack over and over. She read it from cover to cover, paying attention to every word, every detail, seeking out any hidden meaning. Was this a test for her? Non. It couldn't be. Akande trusted her, or rather trusted her more than he didn't. It was a good thing.

So why this?

As the folder was tossed almost frustratingly on the small desk, a page slipped to the side, the picture of Commander Jack Morrison showing half way through.

Your new partner, Lacroix.

// so if 76 makes jack his grandma’s apple pie recipe can he hit that or–

Everything was coming together surprisingly well. So much so that Zevran was almost nervous. All the actors played their roles just as the Crows predicted they would. Of course, when the play involved trapping yourself inside of a burning building, it was natural to have second thoughts. 

But that was neither here nor there. Just when the smoke started to make him dizzy, in burst his target to save the day. It was all very heroic, really. Almost enough to make him swoon. As far as they knew, Zevran was only a victim. A casualty of assassin operations, left behind when they razed a warehouse. No evidence. No witnesses.