Toxin (Yumi Ayai)'s Story

Two hours before lunchtime...

"You did well Toxin...silent and clean as always" spoke the voice of a shadowed out man on the viewscreen "Now if you look behind you you will see the file for your next task they will be meeting at lunchtime in the mess....don't be late."

With that the screen went dark and Toxin turn to look behind her. There sat a large file marked 'Task 397'. Slowly she opened the file and started to read it. The first part of it went into detail about the mission and the Doctor and his toxin, second came the list with the codenames and pictures of her team mates.

"Interresting.." she whispered to herself as she closed the folder. She looked at the clock, a little over an hour just enough time to wash the last mission off of her with a nice shower...

Lunchtime

Toxin had slipped into a black tank top long black shorts and her combat boots. She looked more like some japanese punk rocker then a deadly assassin as she walked into the mess hall. She saw the table for Task 397 was empty as she ordered her japanese noodles and a bottle of green tea. She hated to be the first one to a task table so she waited and watched. She looked over each as they came in and sat down her mind puting codenames with faces. Finally they closed the doors for good so she ventured over to the table where she heard them talking seems she had missed the toast but she spoke up anyway. "To Task 397...you can call me Toxin."

It seemed that several things could happen at once. The male who hadn’t spoken before finally opened his mouth. So he’s the one I need to continue training under. At least I know what he looks like now. Fiona thought as she continued eating. She took in Jace’s appearance before completely absorbing herself in her food until Toxin came over and the side comment about watching the sparing match if they were got one.

As the new female’s words reached the woman an odd twitch settled. Something wasn’t right. And instantly she had a feeling she and the other woman weren’t going to get along. She had always hated being addressed by mission names or even her nickname. So a woman who liked being called her code name and addressed everyone as the task didn’t bode well with Fiona. As much as she wasn’t a talker, she liked getting to know the people she worked with even if she lost them. Better to have known them for who they were than not.

Once their leader started speaking, she turned her head to glance at Ghost. There went the sparring match. Oh well, she knew her body needed a small reprieve first. She went back to eating knowing as much as everyone else that this could be their last meal. It was good and if it were to be the last at least it wasn’t crappy food. She finished off the spaghetti and leaned back. “If we survive in one piece we’ll get that match.” She commented to Zack. She wanted so desperately to fit in here, to have a family and she didn’t want to lose them so soon. But she couldn’t let anyone know how much she wanted to bond just for the fear of the rejection and the lose she knew she would eventually suffer.

“So do we get to know what we’re doing first?” She asked in Ghost’s direction. It would be nice to know if they were heading straight into the danger or not and their chances of coming back.