[b][i]DEL HALE[/i][/b]

Del was still in the kitchen, stuffing his sixteenth doughnut down his gullet. he swallowed, patting his belly, now full after seveal mugs of coffee, donuts, and somewhere approaching a pound of bacon. A few of those still in the kitchen stared at him in his beanie and civilian clothes, marveling at the massive amounts of food he'd just consumed. Del turned, blushing slightly, nodding to those watching and quickly walked out. He looked around to see the standard fare of people milling about their daily tasks. Getting food, using a water fountain, a few games of rock paper scissors here and there...
Del yawned and continued walking around HQ, wondering where in sam hill he was expected to meet his partner. He was just in the mess hall/kitchen and she wes nowhere to be found... Maybe the rec room? Del dodged past a few people, jogging slowly the the recreational room. He entered to see some people playing fooz ball, others partaking in a game of ping pong.
He watched the ball bounce back and forth, losing himself in it, slowly allowing himself to retreat to his thoughts. What was he really doing here? Why was he here? Sure, there was food, social interaction, all that, but he still had an underlying... Distrust of this place. They bag you, tag you with their own little number, slip you into a uniform and they put you in here unless they need you again. Del's grip tightened on his skateboard, slightly messing up the paint on the bottom side. The worst part, though, was they weren't doing anything outwardly bad. All Del had to go on was an underlying distrust, and beyond that, nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Suddenly, Del heard his name being shouted, very faintly, as though from across the  HQ... Oh no. The other side. That's where he was supposed to be. Del dropped his skateboard on the ground and hopped on it. Time to go fast. He kicked off, darting out of the rec room and agilely avoiding people as he went, some screaming and diving out of the way while others observed quizzically. He zoomed down the halls, doing a kick flip over somebody who was tying their shoes, finally stopping in front of the door where a burly agent, a little girl, and another girl stood.
"This is Del." Del said, getting off his board and picking it up as he did so.
The burly agent gave him the evil eye and he sneered in response. He turned his attention to the two girls. He realized the older one, the one that distinctly wasn't Aquarius, had glazed over eyes. A blind girl and a little one to look after. Lovely. He turned his attention to Aquarius, noting that she was wearing gloves, for one reason or another.
"Hi... I'm Del..." He extended his hand to Aquarius, still unaware who the other girl was, having not seen her on the assignment board... Maybe she was recently added...?


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[b][i]URSA[/i][/b]
As Ursa walked down the halls, Jace on his heels, he could feel the eyes on him. Dozens of people stopping and staring. He wasn't a telepath, but he knew what they were thinking. "Bastard." "Monster." "Scary.". Officially, Ursa's exploits as an assassin weren't released to anyone in the HQ that wasn't officially affiliated with the Ursa program, but these people seemed to have thier suspicions. Ursa mainted his deadpan look while he continued to walk, and the eyes slowly turned away.
Ursa heard a ringing and his muscles tensed, flinching towards his thighs were his pistols were usually housed. It was only for a sdplit second and he quickly calmed, realizing it was only the ring of Jace's phone. The man answered, talking for a moment. Ursa stared down at his feet, hoping it was a reassignment. Hoping to get informed there was a mix-up up top and he had a [i]real[/i] mission to attend to.
"Change of plans, Ursa." Jace said, hanging up the phones. The barest traces of a smile graced Ursa's lips. Finally, an assassination. "The Security Chief is unreachable, apparently. Something about interviewing new staff. Point is, I'm now assigned to your mission. So is another one with the star, called Vespira."
Ursa's smile disappeared as quick as it had come while Ursa give a quick nod. Jace turned him to the atrium and they made thier way, Ursa silently turning over why he may have been sent on this mission. The Military tech angles were always possible, but what if it wasn't that... What if they were planning to kill him, they wanted him off his guard. Where had it gone wrong?
They arrived in the atrium, and almost instantly Ursa's trained eyes picked out the girl. Blone hair, green eyes. He gestured to Jace and they went over, sitting beside her.
Jace stared at Ursa expectantly, waiting for him to introduce himself. The Bear simply stared forward. Jace sighed and turned to the girl,, extending a hand.
"I'm Jace, your handler for the mission. Richard will be unable to join us, but I'm more than capable of filling his shoes. This is Ursa. Say hello, wouldn't you, Ursa?"
Ursa remained silent.

((OOC: Sorry for the bad posts, kind of in a rush right now and I've been busy over the past few days.))