The Letter sent to all members of the Ward.
To whom it may concern,
By the request of the President of the United States, the special ops military unit codenamed the Ward has now been reopened. The president requires all former members of the Ward to come out of retirement and report to the military headquarters in New York City on the Friday of November 3rd at 10 am. It is a matter of urgency and must be treated as so. If any members fail to report to the headquarters on the listed date then they will be arrested and taken into custody where their fate will be decided in trail.
Sincerely,
United States Government
Specialty: Physical Strength || Dialogue: #9E0A07
“Turn the fucking music off!” Falon screamed as he pounded his fists on the wall between his apartment and his neighbors. He had been woken up every morning for the past week by the loud music next door and it was going to end today.
With the music still playing, Falon charged out of his apartment in nothing but a pair of boxers. He positioned himself in front of his neighbor's door and began banging on the metal. “Come out here you asshole!”
Still no answer. Falon gritted his teeth and walked back into his apartment. The back beat from the song was so loud, it was shaking his dresser that was leaning against the wall. He looked at the wall, thinking, debating.
To hell with it.
Falon took off at full speed towards the wall, putting his shoulder forward to give him more power. A pop could be heard as he busted through the wall. These walls really are thin, he thought.
Slowly and menacingly, Falon stood up, pieces of plaster falling out of his hair as walked through the dust. At the table in front of him sat a man staring in shock at the spectacle. Falon ignored him and trudged towards the electrical unit in the man's house. With one punch he left a gaping hole in the box and then ripped out all the cords he could see. Effectively shutting off the music and the power in the man's house.
Happy with his work he sighed in contentment. He shook the plaster and dust from his hair and went to step back through the hole he had created. Before he re-entered his apartment though, he looked back at the man who was still frozen in place and said, "You might want to get this fixed."
After that, he headed for his pack of cigarettes, taking one and lighting it. Cigarette still in his mouth, he grabbed a food packet labeled 'deluxe breakfast' and stuck in the microwave. He pulled it out after only one second and had a full plate of pancakes, bacon, and his personal favorite, eggs. Then he grabbed a gallon of milk from the fridge and sat down at his small metal table. He put his cigarette out in the ashtray before eating.
Since he works as a bouncer at a club, his shifts are always at night, so he had only been home for a couple of hours. Falon hated that his life was based on a schedule, the same boring things happening every day. Even busting that wall up wasn't enough to entertain him.
Just as he had thought that, a letter came through the mail chute that sat right by his window. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he sat down his fork and picked the letter up.
"The United States Government?" he muttered.
Opening up the letter, he quickly read through its contents. Then to make sure he hadn't misread anything, he read through it again. He hadn't, they were bringing the Ward back together.
"Hell yeah!" he cheered out loud.
Falon had missed the life he had back then. It was always filled with excitement and danger, whereas his life now was dreadfully boring. The letter honestly couldn't have come at a better time.
He rushed to his bedroom, packing up his essentials. He was more than ready to leave this hellhole. As he packed however, he realized that the government was bringing back all of the members. Meaning that Falon would have to face the same people he knew five years ago, or more accurately, that he would have to face Josie.
He cringed at the thought, not wanting to see her after she cut him out of her life. Maybe being in the Ward again wouldn't be as great as he thought.