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[color=DodgerBlue][h2]-Lee Zao Allen-[/h2][/color]
[color=DodgerBlue][h3]-"The Martial"-[/h3][/color]

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Lee sat idly on the couch in front of the TV, the expression of boredom etched in his face. It was hard to get comfortable in a home that was not yours surrounded by people you were meeting for the first time. Despite that, he was sure that there was someone in the room who was most likely making himself very comfortable. 

Lee glanced around the room, taking in the appearances of those who would be his comrades for the time being. They all  seemed more than capable of holding thier own, they had to be able to join this program. Lily, a girl whom Lee assumed was Hispanic, was of interesting to him. He hadn't seen many women in this industry growing up, although, Lee attributed this to Chinese tradition. Jamie looked like the "All American boy" of the olden days, although he was fairly sure he was Norwegian, maybe Finnish. Finally there was Krauss, an old man who seemed to retain the light of the old world, or it could of been the hair, again , Lee was not yet sure.

Lee was the only operative here of Asian decent, giving him a small twinge of loneliness, he had been working with those of his own nationality for 8 years, this was a new experience for him. 

Lee was clad in a black modern Mao suit with white trim with white low top sneakers. He would have added a white hat, but he felt that it may have been a bit much. He remained silent and to himself, even when he was given water, he refused to drink it, leaving it untouched on the table in front of him, choosing to focus on the News channel that played in front of him.