(Y/n pov)

"This is it" you tell yourself as you look at your packed suitcase next to you. "I can do this" you exhale and get up grabbing your suitcase and your wallet. You walk out the door realizing that this is probably the last time you're going to see this place. You turn around and look up at the broken down abandoned apartment building. Goodbye and good riddance! you think agressively as you turn and leave walking down the street and by the only places you've ever known.

(Time skip to the M.O.I.)

"right this way (y/n)" the counselor says gesturing for you to go through the nicest doors you've ever seen in your life. You enter a room with a long metal table with some chairs around it and the man you kmow to be the director sitting imposingly at the head of it a few feet away from you. "Please have a seat," the director says while taping a folder lying open in front of him. Creepy much?! you keep your emotions from showing on your face gotta make a good first impression (y/n) "Welcome to the mother of invention and the main base of project freelancer..." oh meow he's talking! "counselor" the director says nodding at him. "oh yes" the counselor said clearing his throat "please state your full name." "(Y/n) (l/n)" you say looking straight at the director. "What makes you want to come and work for us miss (l/n)?" the counselor asks Calmly. "well.." you say still looking at the director "I have always wanted to leave the meow that was my life I had down on Earth and I have decent fighting abilities". The director looks back at you as if he were trying to analyze and read into everything you were saying...everything you were thinking. The counselor starts speaking again "may I ask where you learned to fight Miss l n?" "Let's just say I didn't live in the nicest part of town you say." "Are you trying to hide something from us miss (l/n)?" the director says. "No" you say "I would just like the past to stay in the past if you know what I mean". you suddenly feel the director's eyes wandering to the scar across your eye and the one starting on your cheek going down your neck and disappearing into your shirt. you shifted in your seat nervously as the counselor started speaking again being glad you wore a long-sleeve shirt. "Well the director has decided that you will not be given a state name right away but you will be on the leaderboard and go through a week trial period Interacting with all of our agents as your examination test." "If We decide you do not work well with the team or your skills are unsatisfactory the director said cutting the counselor off you will be sent to a lower branch of the military or back to Earth is this clear?" "Yes sir" you still say with a stiff nod. The counselor looks at you with sympathy? On his face and says "your code name will be c - 15 and you will be given a locker in the room along with all the other agents and will receive no special treatment other than the inevitable as you will be in a trial period, now is there anything else you would like to talk about?" He looks down at you in a strange way. "No" you say looking down at your hands. "You may go then agent C- 15 the director said the counselor will show you to your quarters and then take you to the locker room." "Thank you sir." You say getting up and taking your things and following the counselor out.

(A/n) whooooooo I actually wrote a thing that's been bouncing around in my mind for weeks! Let's hope I can get the rest put soon