[center][color=Aqua][h1]Holden[/h1][/color]

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[u]Location:[/u] S.H.I.E.L.D Atrium
[u]Interactions:[/u] Scanning everyone.

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Why did he have to be here?

Holden stood in the back, hiding in the shadows. 

He was told to show up and be punctual so of course he made a note to be early but he refused to sit in the front where a person could easily be shot down. Instead, he took his position standing, back pressed against a wall to cover his back and eyes scanning the room for threats from the front. 

While it was true that the blonde one had said that this would be a new experience and not to worry about being alert, Holden refused to let his guard down.

[i]"Look, you’re going to make friends at this new school. You know what friends are right?"

"No"

"To put it in terms you’ll understand, they’re people who you talk to often and don’t try to murder or bludgeon or strangle or-"
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The list went on. Apparently, a “friend” was essentially a target you deemed to be off limits, having one was basically a constant escort mission. That kind of thing did not interest the raven haired ninja at all but the blonde one insisted that he attempt to make friends and not bludgeon people who made him try.

Still, Holden honestly felt uneasy with the new assignment, especially as he watched people enter. So many new potential threats to his safety, he was glad that the administration commanding this sect was forcing them to announce their threat levels. He could use it to his advantage should any of the group decide to go against the higher order or defect. He wasn’t sure how S.H.I.E.L.D handled traitors but he was well prepared to torture someone should it come to that.

For now though, Holden listened and watched everything unfold before him.