[center][h2][color=deepskyblue] Marcus Winters [/color][/h2][/center]

	[color=deepskyblue]	Marcus leaned against the railing. He held onto his shoulder as the elevator jumped up. His knees buckled from the various vibrations. The closed space and the mirror behind him were a bit ominous. Closing his eyes, he couldn‘t believe his assumptions were wrong. 

   Marcus assumed he was kidnapped and placed inside an abandoned building. Nothing proved his theory when he observed the elevator. It almost looked like it belongs in a hotel. Yellow guard rails were placed on the walls. Under the participant's feet happened to be a red carpet. Everything looked too clean or pristine for an abandoned warehouse. Where exactly did this military muscle take them? 

Marcus twisted his head slightly to see Ally. “I don't know. I might’ve been knocked out for several hours. This exercise was the first thing we did,” he complained. He then eyed the soldier in the elevator. God, the situation called for awkward. Marcus remained trapped in a tight space with the individuals that almost died with him along with his kidnapper. This elevator ride couldn’t go any slower. [/color]

[center][h2][color=limegreen]Narrative [/color][/h2][/center]


[color=gray]	The elevator doors opened and revealed a beaming ray of sunshine. Once the doors retracted into the wall, the group became stunned by the new decor. Stepping into the room brought a new, fresh breath of life to their faces. The teens possibly reacted by indulging in the atmosphere or believing a set-up would occur later.

	Who ever might have assumed the void room belonged to an abandoned warehouse or maybe a military outpost realized their assumptions were incorrect. Before them, the room stood as a lounging area. It was almost too good to be true. An impressive flat screen told on the farthest wall. In the center of the room, a large sofa stretched out on the gray carpet. The sofa’s leather material looked comfortable by appearance alone. 

	The television screen placed itself into a tv stand of sorts. A few cubbies below the tv presented several gaming systems and a DVD player. Next, to the center, a shelf included most of the newest games and new movie releases. Two gigantic windows were at the side of the television. Black curtains were pulled away revealing the outside. 
	
	The outside didn’t appear to be harmful. Whatever building they were standing in, they figured they were on a hilltop. A curved road stretched downhill to an iron gate. A freshly cut lawn was the entirety of the outside along with a few hedges trimmed. 

	Beside the lounging area, an adjacent kitchen caught the eyes of the teenagers. It also deserved the same awes and oohs. The tile floors reflected the person standing on top of them. The sleek, black fridge included an ice machine as well as an espresso machine next to it. There happened to be a mini-toaster oven, microwave, and a regular oven prepared for cooking purposes. There were many cabinets that carried more appliances hopefully. 

	Mr. Russo stepped inside the lounge area. [color=orange]“Welcome. This is the reward for passing the test. As I have said before, your last life does not matter. You are being brought to something more; you are gifted with tremendous power and it will be put to good use.”[/color] He leaned over the back of the sofa and pulled out a few dog tags. 

	[color=orange]“Here are a few gifts for everyone,”[/color] he tossed the dog tags to the respective person. Marcus caught and inspected his personal necklace. [color=orange]“They are your code names from now on, this what you will be referring to each other in combat and during missions.”[/color] Marcus read him and found “Chef Object” to be inscribed. Ally would see her alias happened to be “Agent.”

	[color=orange]“Kurt, I had the privilege of borrowing your old name. I don’t want you running around with the reputation beforehand,”[/color] he flicked his hand to demonstrate Kurt’s title had been changed to “City Dragon.” Russo then ushered the three teens to look at the couch. [color=orange]“Okay, kids. I also have your uniforms at the ready. They are cheap right now. I don’t have much creativity, but they will change in the meantime so be prepared for that. Except you Kurt, it’s hard finding something to fit a lizard man, but we’re working on that.” [/color]

	Mr. Russo then massaged his chin. [color=orange]“I don’t have many rules. I guess the only rule I have is do not confront your family. There will be major consequences. I will be not be babysitting you, but I will be watching. I have other matters to attend. Any questions?”[/color][/color]