A team of four individuals gathered closely while gazing at a sizable round building with a sign promising hours of service in front of it. A woman with lengthy curly hair the color of golden pink grinned displaying her sharpened white teeth. "The safest entrance to the world under this place is behind its building." She enlightened the other quirky men as she crossed her arms. An individual with Byzantium dreads with goggles covering his hairline cooperating with her grinned next to her. "Nasturtium is doing the weird screech he makes when there's excellent food nearby." He replied to his ecstatic golden pink haired compeer. An individual who consisted primarily of flesh rather than hair and facial features began the journey towards the mortuary. "That cowardly and obese capitalist brought our beloved Quince tree into this corpse-dress-up waste of space?" He telepathically questioned rhetorically, "We'll take the lives of everyone down in his beloved freak filled basement then vanish away again from this world." He ordered his troupe. A man in a long, white and bloodied coat hurriedly loaded bullets in his shotgun that he's gripping in his vibrating hands as he's sprinting in an urgent manner down a dark and long corridor as flashing red lights blare. The man with the bloodied coat attempted to enter into many of these doors within the corridor, but each remained locked from the other side. Carrying a briefcase containing documents lodged in his arm pit, the researcher in the bloodied coat lost his courage and decided to keep his head forward until his curiosity seduced him. While he couldn't remove his eyes from the creature's drooling blood, the researcher ran into something that he thought was a steel wall and the collision knocked him to his ass.
A young hazel eyed police academy recruit sat in the nearest empty seat as he noticed a tall and grey haired man in a different uniform than his own glaring at him. "What's going on? My name's Benson. Who is the lanky guy at the end of the table?" He whispered to the stranger to his right. The stranger who captivated Benson with his long dark locks of hair and his pale complexion sighed. "He's the head and director of the extraordinary likeness rescue and recovery division. Your boss, seal up those lips now." He answered his question. The lanky grey haired head of the aged organization that was gathering nudged his much younger second in command with his elbow. "Is that Bradley Mason's child, Tunc?" He questioned with a curious tone and a mismatching expression. Tunc nodded in approval. "A prodigious trainee from his hometown's police academy like his father, after learning of his feats and meeting him in person, I had to give him a revelation regarding Bradley. He was ecstatic after graduating from his training and is now on his way to becoming the twenty-fourth member of an elite U.S military division that deals with "Special assignments" ordinary soldiers or military personnel can't handle. When I told him that he belongs as a "T.E.L.D" member which each defy regular human capability of their time. Also known as "The Extraordinary likeness division" of this military. He couldn't believe me at first." Said the military division's vice captain.
After the graduation ceremony celebrating the many trainees graduating, the young man visits his friend, another trainee that he met in high school, who is also graduating in the same police academy, but kept his plan of becoming just an ordinary cop. Benson Mason and Roderick Tentold meet later that night because the next day, Benson is being moved to the HQ of said famous Elites. The recent law enforcement academy graduate with a purple shaded streak in his hair drank another sip of his beverage. "Congratulations on climbing up in the world." Said Roderick before returning his back on the duo's favorite tree. Benson held a firm expression. "Thanks. I'm feeling bad leaving you behind, they told me members live together so our team chemistry has the opportunity to stay at its peak and members always move in superior numbers. And never alone." He informed his brother by adoption. Roderick Tentold offered his hand to Benson. "Don't be, If there ever comes a moment when you'd have to choose between me or something greater— I need you to promise me that you'll choose the greater cause." He replied with a sincere tone. Benson accepted and dapped up Roderick as he felt shocked and inspired hearing that sentence from Roderick. "We'll be reunited one day. We'll have wives. Maybe children? Well both be alright.". He responded with a grin though Roderick noticed his friend's mien shifting between confidence and fear. The next day arrived and it's around ten in the morning and Benson had received an expected call from the captain of this division. "Exit nonchalantly to the chopper located outside of your home. Carry your luggage up." He heard from the military unit's vice captain. He walked outside of his home and was below the first chopper he ever encountered in his life waiting for him with the rope already dropped. Benson believed being ordered to climb the 70 foot chopper rope with his luggage was for the vice captain to test and followed command after a brief moment of questioning.
A young woman with emerald eyes sat next to the latest recruit. "Tip for you, golden retriever, we're free to go right now but about to be assigned to a mission so if you have anything you'd want to go take a look at— now is the time." Said the girl as she inched closer to him. Benson sprinted to the room number he recalled and sat his bags on the ground. Unpacking them one by one. He suddenly heard a knock on his room's door out of the blue. "Annette Patrick. The woman you were just speaking with in the hall." He heard from a familiar feminine voice. Benson opened his door after a passing moment. "Appreciate the introduction. Benson. What's good?" He then replied with a welcoming tone. Annette Patrick placed her hands in her pockets. "I'm just a bit curious about you and I'm here to satiate it the best it can be, Mason." She responded as she inched slightly closer towards him. Benson stepped backwards and created a much more obvious gap. "That means facts about me as a person, right?" He furrowed his brows as he questioned. Annette Patrick crossed her arms as she cleared space between them. "Sure. Sure. Exactly." She responded with a sigh following afterwards. Benson pulled down his shades before lifting back to his eyes. "This'll be my first day but thankfully it's not over yet." He kept to himself. Clearing the awkward air between the special division members was a brief urgent noise sounding throughout the headquarters. "This is Joanna Ghoulding, the captain and vice captain urgently requires the presence of all T.E.L.D members to the task force's briefing chambers right now!" The chubby cheeked and heavy accented soldier heard afterwards.
A hooded man with a bulging muscular mass brought a drink on a plate to a turban wearing seer guild member at a table where others were gathered. "Thank the deity of Eirala that our young hero reclaimed his aspirations after your scheming, Seer Lisha." He shouted with a biscuit in one hand. A mustache twirling seer guild member present at the gathering in a fanciful appearance grumbled. "Almost lost our only hope against the sovereign slate grey demon. Be more careful next time, Seer Lisha, and give us the scheme you'll concoct to ensure he'll remain heroic?" He added with his usual nasally voice. Seer Lisha tossed her hands towards the meeting chamber's ceiling. "Agh--we're all equals in here and I cannot be the only one responsible anymore for the fate of our hero!" She replied with a frustrated tone. A seer present with an elephant tattoo on his right cheek began screeching and rubbing his temples gently. The turban wearing seer pointed towards him with an urgency. "Tashid's Caledon blue energy tattoo is transforming into an inhuman creature, Seer Lisha!" He shouted with a grave tone. Miss Lisha approached the youthful seer and rubbed his shoulders softly. "We'll have the answer to keeping him from becoming a psychopath on the road to first unblocking his potential to stand a chance like I saw first, Ladies and Gentlemen!" She added with a devious chuckle followed by a snort.
The vice captain straightened his posture and saluted prior to ensuring his microphone worked. "Take a seat new recruits and veteran rescuers!" He ordered the present members of the task force with a grim tone followed by the dozens cooperating, "We've received intel of a secretive laboratory under a mortuary of a sizable town known as Losenip in South Carolina." He informed the dozens of dozens hearing him, "As of our understanding and our collected data— you are all gathered because the laboratory spans to half of the town." He ensured the scores of the task force's members, "We have limited knowledge of a threat except one for sure detail." He added as his tone grew increasingly grimmer, "The minds employed to the culprit and owner of the laboratory have corrupted a sample of an infamous attempt for the cure to death." He warned with his eyes matching his voice, "Veterans are aware of this disaster but for the recent recruits— a corrupted sample is a pathogen that invades through open wounds and inflicts severe pain, craving for flesh including animal and the human animal before disfiguring you." He enlightened the scores stacked on top of scores of soldiers present, "Your objective is to successfully investigate the mortuary, breach the laboratory found underneath— rescuing any civilians, persons of interest and preventing the spread of this corrupted cure to death by dispatching its victims for the nation and our future generations." He continued with a stern look, "A simple bullet does the trick to keep you safe, killing the victim and giving you the opportunity to return and as a part of the Nayvhalis church, I do pray devoutly that you all keep your guard up and come home. Gear up and set out!" He finished with more volume as he waved the scores away.
While Benson is the last soldier assigned in line to enter the headquarters' armory to receive his equipment, he is abruptly touched on his right shoulder. He turned around and saw that it was the captain. "I've finally got you for a moment, Mason." He heard from the captain with a similar distraught and troubled look. Benson stepped away from him slightly adopting a puzzled expression. "All with respect and nothing less, sir, is now an appropriate moment for this?" He responded and questioned his captain. Captain Liam Nathan briefly nodded affirmatively. "There is something more, you see, an employee of this Perez mortuary has come forth and told authorities about his boss' illegal doings. I'm skeptical of everything he told us, but my boss wishes for this team to check things out regardless, mostly squad Xeteroh for some ambiguous reason. The employee claims that his boss has been working on miraculous medicines and monsters but each officer, swat member and even a few of our own team members haven't returned from the incident. The United States does not find itself faced against otherworldly threats like the European does often, we face a single encounter for every thousandth they do." He enlightened the youthful Mason. Benson rested his chin on his hand. "The vice captain had a talk with me the day that I accepted to hear him out, about your relationship with my father so is this moving into a proposition regarding transferring me to your squadron to ensure my survival?" He questioned with a softer tone as he finished. Captain Liam Nathan chuckled lightly as he shut his eyes. "You're really aching to find field experience, straight to the point, as himself." He replied with a lowered tone. Benson shook his head and sighed lightly. "I'm not Bradley Mason, respectfully, I am Benson Mason. We share the same blood and share different forms of love for the same woman but there's no reason for me to selfishly and unfairly steal a fortunate spot with the spectacular Captain of T.E.L.D from another rookie with their own life, loved ones and values as valid as mine." He rejected his captain's offer with a humorless tone. The Captain watched as the latest recruit walked past him and entered the headquarters' armory as he intended prior. "He could be honest or the fact that he's more like his father with that determination to challenge himself might be exposed on the field?" He kept to himself before following to grab his own gear.
After the briefing, everyone in the Xeteroh squad quickly prepares themselves gearing up with durable tight black fabrics worn under their high grade dark green gear allowing for flexibility and protection. On the cusp of five minutes until dropoff for their mission arrives. Benson is hugging his Nayhvalis worship book given to him by his dearest family tightly while keeping his praying in his head when a much older man and veteran member bumped him out of his way. Benson grabbed his worship book from off the ground that he dropped. "My fault sir, I shouldn't have had my eyes closed." The chubby-cheeked recruit responded as he placed his bible behind him. The grey-haired olive green-eyed veteran member shook his head. "Enjoying fairytales before an assignment is an effective method to lowering your guard and piling yourself with the casualties this agency faces after every assignment, ate up, priorities need to be set on how you're going to cope and handle what you'll witness instead." Said calmly by the rude veteran member.
The ginger-haired and gray-haired men glare at each other until the vice captain takes notice and demands other soldiers to separate them. Captain Liam Nathan approaches where the feuding was taking place. "You two Quit being jackasses and don't you dare consider defying this order." He angrily shouted as he exchanged his own glaring with the two staring away though he turned his gaze back towards the grey-haired member, "I have orders from higher authority to assign you to Xeteroh with the bulk of the rookies as the second most experienced assigned, Grigory." He finished enlightening the pair. Grigory saluted and straightened his posture. "Understood, sir!" He responded with a salute and blank expression. When captain Liam turns around to talk to another member, Benson and Grigory eye each other hotly once more and ignore the captain's orders. All twenty members that'll be on their respective squadrons aboard their respective planes.
Leoh was in the process of finishing a coloring book containing from his last assignment. "What led you to get into this task force, Ben?" Leoh asked with a tone stuffed with curiosity. Benson caught his own case of it prior to answering when he spotted the activity that he was engaged in. "South Carolina with a hot Tuesday afternoon. I was at a police academy and this was the day of my final fitness examination. A mysterious stranger that I now know as our vice captain approached me afterwards. He told me that I performed on every test like I was born destined for more glory and facing grander threats to civilian safety than petty criminals." He answered as he leaned towards. Leoh's taken aback expression led to Grigory rolling his eyes. "Dude— that's a lot more epic than what led to me being recruited." He replied with widened eyes. Grigory slowly claps towards the two. The ginger-haired and dark-locked recruits simultaneously shook their heads while briefly glaring daggers.
Benson rested his elbow on his knee. "Don't leave me left out yourself— what's going on with your recruitment and the coloring book?" He questioned returning the sincere curiosity. Leoh momentarily halted finishing his project with a thoughtful expression on him. "My story with this team began when I was eight. A close friend and I were taken on our walk through our local mall back then in my small hometown. Taken by an elderly man with— with unnatural strength. Chained to nailed down beds in his basement. He made us devour rats when we were starving and commented about us eating each other often. He forced us to drink dirty, often and rarely, contaminated water so we don't lose our lives to dehydration. He never engaged in inappropriate behavior but he always just left us alone with each other tied to beds until we were near our limits of needing food or water. Eventually, we were rescued by this faction of the government. Our captor was killed. I'd been obsessed with joining since then until the day that I was approached by the captain." He regaled the latest recruit regarding his question. Arriving for drop off at their destination, the pilot spoke over the announcement system. "We've docked at the airport." He enlightened over the microphone to his plane's passengers. The grey-haired veteran member's grin widened at a slowed pace. "Hey, Jailbird and little prodigy, we're here, so get the wimpy attitude out of you, this might get bloody!" Said Grigory before he stood up, following the rest of his squad.