CATU Headquarters
THE CATU OFFICE IS A CHAOTIC mess as agents rush from desk to desk. By now every news station has picked up on the morning's events of the assassinations that have taken place and the New World Regime's proclamation of credit to those events.
Grines, CATU's director of operations, isn't too far shocked at the NWR's bold moves but in combination with the sudden reports of the
Black List
falling under a similar attack has brought an entire new level of shock.
"Alright, listen up," he says loudly grabbing the attention of the small conference room's occupants. "We have two new recruits as part of the
STRT
."
The team's current members Melissa Dupree and Jonathan Stone turn around in their seats to regard the other two sitting in the back of the room. The room's other two occupant's consisted of a large barrel-chested man with graying hair and beard and a smaller petite, but athletic woman with blonde hair. The two looked like an odd couple but both Dupree and Stone didn't really look like your average partners either.
"Stone. Dupree. Meet Sage Greyson and Raven Cassidy," he says motioning to the two agents. "Both are transferring over to us from the CIA. Special Agent Greyson before then spent fifteen years as a captain in the Navy SEALs and Special Agent Cassidy a detective for the Detroit Police Department for ten before joining the CIA."
"At least we have highly qualified recruits," Stone says with a curt nod.
"Yes," Dupree agrees. "It is nice to meet you two."
"Now I'm sure you all are just itching to get out in the field and crack some skulls with the New World Regime, but it's not going to happen. At least not right away."
"What do you mean?" Stone blurts. "That is our job ain't it?"
"Considering who is involved? Yes," he agrees. "But I got a call this morning from President McKinsey this morning shortly after the news reports starting pouring out and we've been ordered to lay low considering we're not supposed to even exist."