B.J. Barton
B. J dropped his standard issue duffel bag on the tarmac with a soft thump. The sun was blinding as his eyes adjusted. Shifting the weight of his overstuffed backpack he took in the surrounding area.
"Was the blindfold really necessary?" he asked exasperation thick in his voice as he turned to face his commander, his eyes narrowing as they were struck again by the bright sun.
He received no answer.
" You're late, the school is over there behind the barracks" said the man, no emotion resonating in his voice.
He waved a hand disinterestedly towards a squat grey-brown building off in the distance. And with that the man got back into the jeep and took off the opposite direction.
Slinging the duffel over his shoulder so that it rested slightly on his backpack he jogged lightly down the runway towards the turnoff to the small complex of buildings . In no time he rounded the corner of the barracks and the school came into view. It didn't quite fit with the military style of the complex but it seemed to be the only building buzzing with life. Without a moments more hesitation, he made his way toward the main double doors.
Taking a deep breath he grabbed the cool metal of the door handle with his free hand. It was as though he had touched a horse fence, he jerked his hand away unsure if this was some kind of security system. Shaking away the strange tingling feeling in his fingers he changed tactics.
he took a step back, rolling his shoulders he took a deep breath to center himself and concentrated on the door handle, just like professor X had shown him. The doors lock popped open and it swung out slowly until the gap was wide enough for B.J. to push through and as he did the PA system which was in the middle of an anouncement whent dead and then buzzed back into life blaring Welcome to the Jungle by Guns and Roses. A smile spread across his face and as it did he began to accentuate his swagger many eyes turning towards him.