[center]The Legate[/center]
The echoing patter of heavy fabric against concrete was the only sound in the room, the dense rope repeatedly swinging up and under the soldier indicated what he was up to. Joseph was jumping rope with a length of very heavy rope with dumbbells for the grips, a bit over the top but efficient at what it was meant for. Every swing of the rope was matched by a quick hop in place, allowing it to pass under his feet. While it looked silly, it was somewhat therapeutic to the soldier. 

The thump and echo, not even a single moment separated, the thought of something so fast was exciting. The thought that there are two set concepts, the speed of sound and the speed of light. They fascinated him, they were so inconceivably fast. The idea that they were attainable by metahumans was horrifying and awe inspiring simultaneously. 

They're dangerous, more dangerous than even he himself. The Soldier's mind ran on and on with these thoughts as he hopped in place, the rhythmic motions of his body drawing out more and more thoughts. These thoughts undermining his confidence and planting seeds of distress, but he did not fear. 

Fear is the mind killer, that little death that brings absolute destruction. 

And The Legate knew no fear, for he was strong. Strong enough to overcome adversity, and prepared for whatever task could conceivably lie ahead. 

In this moment he turned his face to the door, beyond it there were the footsteps of two. . .No, three men. Down the hallway their footsteps grew louder and louder, halting before reaching his door. 

The Legate stopped his jumping, set down the rope, and moved towards the door. Unlocking it from his side before moving back to the center of the room. The footsteps resumed and there came a knock as he grabbed his chair.

To the door, [b]"Come in."[/b] The Legate spun the chair, turning the back to the door and mounting it in reverse. Resting his upper arms on the back, his eyes lazily remaining half closed. The pupils in there focusing to pinholes on the men that entered. 

Two suits and military brass, the sort of folks that drop in every now and then to deliver a mission. Same stuff, some country had someone they didn't like. Some despot needed killing, some slaver needed capturing, simple stuff. Today the suits had something special in mind, no paperwork.

No, they had a tablet in hand. A video needed watching, they had something special in mind. 

The man on the left spoke after thoughtfully clearing his throat. "Soldier, you are tasked with a particularly unique mission. One of some importance, considering the topic at hand." 

"Please, show me." He said, his eyes fixated on the black screen. 

They turned the tablet around and pressed play, the pupils of the legate widened into enormous black holes. Swallowing all of the color in his eyes. "It can't be. . ."