Snippet #1784539

Vincent sat there in the seemingly small room. His eyes wandered, moving to each face that filled the seats around the table. His curiousity sparked and thought "Are these people like me? What are we about to get into? This can't be good." His eyes moved across the room. It was a tad bit dark in his opinion, but what does he know about decor. Then the sound of a clearing throat filled the room. Vincent's eys moved to the old man sitting at the head of the table.

"You have all brought here for a reason. Each and everyone of you in this room have a special 'talent' that has brought you to our attention." He spoke in a smooth, stern tone. His eyes shot to every person sitting in the room. "Each of you posses an ability that we need. We are the Department of Occult Warfare. Our job is to protect the world from anything out of the norm. Each one of you were chosen- soldiers, crooks, innocents- it doesn't matter who you are, you were chosen for your abilities not your moral code."

"And why have we been chosen sir. I would think that you and your people would already have a team or something." Vincent asked the old man in tone that let the whole room hear. He had questions streaming through his mind. Thoughts of what the hell he meant by out of the norm.

"The last team was wiped out. Dead. A botched mission in the middle east in a place called Al Kahli." The old man said without a tone of remorse. " You were brought here to replace them. We can not make you join, but we can make it worth each of your individual time."

" And what exactly are we up against. That is if any of us join." Vincent asked with a raised eyebrow as his curiosity got the best of him.

"Depends on the day. Depends on the mission. Paranormal entities, demons, cults. What ever can threaten the balance of the planet. That's what your up against." The old man said starring into Vincent's eyes.

Vincent sat back in his chair and spun side to side. His eyes went from each person brought in. An old man, a child, a few men and women his age. "Can I trust them?" He thought to himself. " Hell my own team doesn't trust me how could this be worse than I'm already stuck in." Vincent leaned forward, resting his elbows on the wooden table.

"Ok.... I'm in."