| Flipping through the pages in front of him, the white-haired male took a sip of the coffee in the mug on his mahogany desk, setting it back down on the obsidian coaster as he browsed the pages. Several stood out among the rest, but he didn't feel like filling up the Order with a bunch of above average Soldiers, he wanted perfection.
Their names and faces were blacked out. All he could see were their resumes. Several had proficiency in hacking, but this one had hacked Times Square in New York. Additionally, they'd created a vehicle from scrap and got it above the intended specs of that particular vehicle, and they'd created robots to do very tedious things. He placed that folder on the callback list to his left, which now had a total of three folders in it.
Returning to the folders, he threw away any others that were primarily hackers. He had several now, and didn't need many more. Not yet, anyway. He knew that he could always find more if necessary. The next few folders highlighted combat experiences more than anything else. There were several that had showed particular skill in combat, but one practioner in particular stood out above the rest.
A high-end heroine cartel, Bestia Grande, had been taken out in a single night. North Korea's WMD program was dismantled by a private military contractor. Finally, a team of US Special Forces was recovered after the fall of the Gotei 13, the Shinigami who had appeared in Japan a few months ago. Raising his eyebrow, the man placed that in the same stack of folders, which now had four.
He continued to go through others, until finally there was a fifth he was satisfied with. Placing it with the other four, he threw the rest into the wastebin and pulled out his phone, texting a specific number with codes that would allow him to do his job.
A few hours later, there was a knock at his door. Pressing a button below his desk, the six locks securing the door in place all opened simultaneously as the door itself disappeared, falling into the floor to allow the person entrance into the Office he now sat in, which was formerly the Principal's of the Campus.
"Welcome, welcome. Please sit down in one of the five seats in front of you. Your decision of which seat matters." Avon motioned to the five seats that were all facing the office desk. One was white leather, another was solid mahogany like his desk, the one in the middle was a rocking chair, there was a black leather one, and finally a very simple fold-out chair of crappy metal. Avon de Grey smiled again as he pulled his phone back out, crossing his legs as he sipped on his coffee once more, waiting for others to arrive. As they did so, he would say the same thing; 'have a seat. it matters.'
Finally, all five people were in the room and had sat down. Avon pressed the button below his desk once more, and the door reappeared from the floor, locking the six people in the room. There was a male with black hair who looked straight out of a video game, a brunette with faded pink eyes, a black woman with a giant gun on her lap, an obvious Quincy, and finally a girl that looked no older than seven.
"Welcome to your final test before you join The Order. My name is Avon de Grey, though I believe you all knew that. Please, introduce yourselves, and give one particular example of your accomplishments. I know your skills, I don't know who you are." Avon would flash the five folders that were now in front of them, and how none of them showed any names or pictures or even gender. He knew nothing of which folder was which person's.
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