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[b][center][color=F5B6C7]WALLER[/color][/center][/b][/h1][/sup][/color][indent][sub][COLOR=EFBCCA][I]Washington D.C.[/I][/COLOR][/sub][/indent][indent][sup][right][COLOR=EFBCCA][b]FIRST DAY[/b][/color][/right][/sup][/indent][INDENT][hr][/INDENT]
[INDENT][INDENT][INDENT][color=DARKGRAY]A harsh winter was still descending upon the nation's capital with seemingly no end in sight. Although there hasn't been a blizzard, snow still persisted throughout the holiday week. But today, of all days, there were clear skies and relatively warm temperatures. Amanda Waller chuckled to herself before heading to her sedan. Mother Nature was such a cruel tease somethings. At least the traffic on the sixty-six wasn't too congested til she reached Roosevelt Bridge. There, she saw the Triskelion looming over it. The headquarters building of S.H.I.E.L.D. emanated the New Formalism style akin to the Kennedy Center close by. But to your average tourist, it was quite daunting with its three twenty-two-story office buildings. 

A security guard approached the car and asked for the common access card, which she handed over willingly with a soft smile. It was a quick scan before the guard handed the card back and allowed her to pass. 

And when she started to drive away from the checkpoint, that smile faded instantaneously.

Amanda was badly burnt. Being here at the Triskelion made that obvious. Everything she did—no, sacrificed—to find a purpose in this world was all meaningless now. She found herself trapped in a glorified desk job until she retired in her early sixties. It was quite literally her personal hell. One she earned. Amanda got too intrusive, too ambitious and was severely punished as a result. Just like poor Icarus. Icarus was emboldened by his wings and soared into the air, ignoring his father's warning. Then his wings were burnt by the sun, and he plunged into the sea. Now, both he and Amanda were drowning due to their own arrogance; but unlike him, she was going to fight like hell to swim up towards the surface. 

So, Amanda begrudgingly got out of her car and made her way towards her new job, calculating a new path forward. 

The atrium was quite vast with some folks heading over to their destination while others were taking a short break over at the food court. Amanda just made her way to the reception desk, where receptionists were either on the phone or speaking with someone else. Of course, she waited for her turn to talk to an assistant. It was only a minute before someone approached to help. But then, they were interrupted by a slightly younger woman wearing a black trenchcoat with Ray-Ban sunglasses walking up to the receptionist. There were streaks of grey in her jet-black hair, and yet it didn't look like it was dyed in the slightest. It was all natural. The stranger spoke up in an authoritative manner to the worker, "Has she arrived yet?"

"She's standing next to you, agent."

"Oh." "You must be Ms. Waller, correct?"

Amanda nodded. "That's right."[/color][/INDENT][/INDENT][/INDENT]
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