Location: Internal Old Judge Courtroom
It was chaotic and hard to follow. It had been a year since they all met up. Elite Guards die like flies. It wasn't a job where you'd socialize or waste time getting to know each other.
And it's likely the more unique and powerful the Elite Guard, the more inflated their ego would be.
As you can see, Elite Guard Rank 1 is nowhere to be found.
Yara's Bible scoffed as he cleaned the gunk out of his fingernail. His female lieutenant, Moncleaf, stood behind him in her uniform.
Moncleaf was naturally nervous. Biting her fingernails, she asked Yara, "Everyone's going to be here, right?"
Yara nodded, still cleaning his fingernails.
"Everyone but Rank 1," Niko mumbled.
Moncleaf's eyes opened wide, scared. She scratched her head as her dandruff started to flare up due to her stress. "What will Mr. N think about that? You don't think he'd be mad at us, right?"
"Why would he… be mad at us… fo—"
Yara cut Niko off mid-sentence. Looking up at her, he whispers, "You'll be fine, Moncleaf…"
Elite Guard Rank 5 suddenly appeared out of nowhere. A bright smile on his face, the invincible man, Whymzel. The "Warrior."
"MONCLEAF! How are you?" he smiled. He was already behind her, ready to give her a good ol' huggie.
Her teeth chattered. The moment she felt a presence sneak up behind her, she saw red.
Instinctively, she panicked, grabbing his arm so tight her fingernails tore into his flesh. She used his body weight against him, tossing him over her shoulder effortlessly. Mid-air, her bloodlust peaked. She reached for her knife in an effort to stab him mid-throw to finish the job.
By the time he landed, he was supposed to be a corpse. That was what they had drilled into her.
Victor, however, grabbed her left hand that was on the knife.
Elite Guard Rank 5 recovered, untwisting his arm. He quickly stuck the landing right on his feet. He whistled, slightly nervous.
Moncleaf came to the realization of what she did.
"Huh… R-rank 5, Whym-zel?"
"I-I-I AM SO SORRY, Zel! I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS YOU!" Moncleaf cries in embarrassment.
A loud laugh erupted from the seat next to them.
Demi burst into laughter. "She should have slammed you on your fucking neck, you FREAK."
Victor let go of the blade in Moncleaf's left hand as he sighed. "I hate martial arts, majors." Like, what do you mean you threw this 400 lbs man and were going to stab him to death mid-air?
Who the fuck do you think you are? Victor rolled his eyes.
MONCLEAF was at the top of her class alongside Demi, Sho, and _______ for martial arts. Victor also went to Hero School; however, he was more of a "tracker," used in central intelligence to track serial killers and drugs.
Trackers were paid more than bodyguards, but it made him uneasy, knowing the skills some of these students had been taught at Hero School.
Yara's Bible, unfazed, just moved his hat, covering his face.
Whymzel made a silly face, happy but knowing he was being a little too silly >,<
He hopped off the table and laughed, greeting everyone, shaking Moncleaf's hand, then hugging her, telling her how talented she is.
Rank 5 tapped Yara on the shoulder twice, apologizing for scaring his lieutenant. Yara tried to play it cool; however, each tap on the shoulder felt like dropping a brick on his muscles.
Sho stood there behind Demi. "Why would you ever sneak up on Moncleaf? Everyone who went to Hero School knows that she has some of the best stand-up grappling techniques. Her pinch muscles were made for rotations and reversals. She's a fighter built on countering hand-to-hand combatants."
Demi mumbled back to him, "That's the problem I'm telling you about. These older guys in the ORG are too touchy. Whym knows that? He just wanted an excuse for her to put her hands on him, and if she doesn't, he's putting his body on her."
"That's the creepy shit I be telling you about. They play it off as friendly, but a lot of people in our work are all so fucking touchy."
Sho nodded his head in agreement as Demi continued his mumbling. "Our generation might be violent, but their generation is the sexually creepy one. Him, Osprey, Solomon, and some other older guys. Given I don't know much about La Mathesis or even how old he is."
Victor had enhanced hearing. He could hear their bickering but chose to ignore it, concluding that Demi was still jealous.
In his mind, it was obvious. The girls in his year group had likely been groomed and manipulated by older men in positions of power outside the school.
Victor understood his sentiment. It made sense as he looked around. Osprey and Aspera were missing.
"It's likely he's still frustrated. Osprey got his hands on Aspera while she was still young, and she ignored him for it."
A jolly voice interrupted Victor's train of thought.
"So friends! Who's still missing?"
A bright smile appeared in front of his seemingly innocent face.
Elite Guard – Letter "W"
"Whymzel"
"The Warrior"
Rank: #5
Lieutenant 1 – 8 Bit
Lieutenant 2 – Victor Nash
If you want, I can next standardize how you introduce Elite Guards so it always hits like a title card.