Virgo
Team A

[i] the halls of Virgo, [/i] a hallowed place where few dared enter. Ghostly white marble pillars surrounded countless doorways and passages throughout the labyrinth. In the middle, standing behind a raised stand was the deathly visage himself. He once again looked over the faded parchment before him, detailing the fresh batch of collectors he was due to train. Outside, the screams of the damned along with the bored simple minded folks torturing them could be seen. Idly as Virgo often did, he thought about his past and heaven. 

As he settled in to wait for the oncoming recruits, Virgo perused today's copy of [i] the end times,[/i] Hells most popular newspaper. Today marked the day of the ending of the Great War, which had resulted in hell gaining full control over the United States. Of course many deals had been made throughout the war, for protection or otherwise and the influx of runaway debtors had seen cause for several new squads one of which he was due to oversee. With a deathly whisper of disappointment he once again resumed his place to wait.