WAY Out of place

Everything was quiet for the most part. My eyes were fixated on her, unblinking, unable to tear away. That was until I heard some fairly plastic sounding footsteps reach the door. Now standing in the doorway was a blond man, around five-eleven, wearing a light-gray suit with a white shirt and dark blue tie that matched the most of Twilight's hair to a tee. His hair was fairly sleeked back and styled, the front in some strange kind of curving swirl opposite to the rest of it. Along with that he had a small, well trimmed and maintained mustache that was split at the middle of his upper lip.

"Twilight, you still in--aw, now ain't that just sweet." He sighed crossing his arm and leaning against the doorway.

Both me and Twilight had our attentions grabbed, the pair of us looking over to him. Me with a confusedly raised brow and Twilight with her same soft, happy smile.

"Hey, Ray." She greeted.

"So this is that 'big, UK, superman' we need?" Ray asked, leaving his comfortable position. She nodded in reply and looked back to me happily. "Well, everyone's been waiting for you two in Malory's office and the whole place has been buzzing on about him." He said pointing a finger out from under his arm at me. "Damn Pam and her snooping went and put him up in neon."

I couldn't help but look between the two of them, wondering "Um, the fuck?"

"She even stole a copy of his dossier from Malory's desk. Also, heads up big guy, Krieger's been lookin' forward to getting to meet you. Somethin' about one of his experiments. Word of advise, don't try to make friends with him. He's not the best to be with. 'Specially after what happened to the last intern." He trailed off.

This had just become another moment of thirty-one flavors of 'what the fuck?' I didn't know what was more weird, the fact that all this was happening, or the fact that Twi seemed to be un-phased by any of it. I began to stare in a sort of dumbstruck manner at him, somewhat hoping for a full on explanation.

Thought there was none to be had. "Y'all ready, or do you need another minute?"

We faced back to each other, Twi making a quick glance at this Ray man in a manner that I guessed interpenetrated to "What do you think?"

I exhaled a breath, giving up on trying to figure out what's going on and decided to just wing it like usual. "Sure, let's go"

I wrapped an arm around Twi's waist and slid the other under her legs, leaning forward and standing up out f the chair whilst carrying her. I'd only gotten a few steps toward the door before Twilight cleared her throat almost in my ear. "Um, mind putting me down. I am still at work."

"Oh, uh, right" I set her down as carefully possible. She's probably one of the few things I would ever handle with care. "So who's this guy?" I asked looking over to the this so called 'Ray'.

"Ray Gillette." He introduced himself, extending a hand.

Pushing my small amount of remaining caution out of the way, I extended my hand out to meet his. We grasped firmly to each others and shook, a greeting I was a little...rusty at.

I could tell by the way he looked at me: confused and curious.

"Alright then, let's show go." With that, he backed out of the doorway and led us out into what seemed to be the main office area. Most of it seemed empty except for a few cubicles. Quite a few other people were just standing around by a desk, talking. That was until we gained their attention. Three; two women and a man all stood around it like it was some focal point. Well, not really standing, one woman was sitting behind it while the other sat atop the side and the man just stood there beside it.

They all seemed to be looking toward me, which did make sense after what this Ray man had said.

"So, is uh... This who we've been waiting for?" The man asked. He was about the same size as Ray, with hair that was a slick black and gray on the sides, styled similar to Ray's as well. He had large blue brow-line glasses and wore a light-grey suit along with a black tie and red-orange sweater vest. He seemed to have a skittish feel to him and gave off a feeling of almost perpetual dullness. He did what I could only assume as examine me, as if I were some relic. "I wasn't expecting him to be so...casual."

My expression of curiosity turned to that of a more sour one as I scowled at him. "Sorry, not everyone thinks it's okay to look like they just stepped out of the sixties." I quipped.

The woman behind the desk let out a snarky laugh. She was rather plump and had blonde hair that was put up into a bun. "What did you think he was gonna wear? Fatigues and boots?"

The woman sitting atop the desk gave very teen girl "Duh." She was fairly average and had brunette hair that was also in a bun.

"Alright, Union Jack," Ray said taking a step forward. He extended his arm and motioned to the three of them. "This here is Cyril." The aforementioned smart-ass nodded to me. "And this here's Pam," He motioned to the large woman behind the desk.

She threw up a hand and spouted a "Yo" in greeting.

"And, last but not least, Cheryl." Ray finished as he motioned toward the woman sitting atop the desk.

"Carol." She corrected.

"Whatever." Ray walked on, rolling his eyes and ignoring her. "Okay, we killed enough time, let's go see Mallory."

I looked over to Twilight and shrugged, following him.

"Aha!" I heard someone call out from behind us. I turned around, practically spinning on my heels. Hurrying up to us was another man with dark chestnut hair that was completely sleeked back and a short, maintained beard like mine. He was wearing a long, open, white coat with a yellow dress-shirt and brown tie, along with brown slacks and dress shoes. "You're here." He said ecstatically at my sight. He grabbed me by the arm and began leading me in the opposite direction, down a hallway.

I looked back over my shoulder to Twilight confusedly, throwing my free arm up and gesturing to whoever was leading me away. She only shrugged with her hands up, seemingly unable to do anything. I sighed I went with this man down the hallway and into a large white laboratory. He let go of my arm and hurried off, coming back with a large, black vest.

"Here," He said handing it over to me. "put this on."

I looked between him and the vest a few times before sighing. "Fine, whatever. What the worst that could happen?"

I slipped it on over my clothing and he led me up to a small station, setting me up by a foot or two by a wall and walking a distance away. Beside him was a cart with a few assorted things. He began by adorning safety glasses and then headphones. "Ready?!" He called out.

I was growing more confused. Why did I need to wear this vest? Why did he have all that on him? Wait--Ready for what?

"Clear!" He yelled as he picked up a large pistol from the table, aiming down at me and firing.

Almost instantly I was knocked back against the wall without even noticing, my chest feeling like a horse had kicked it. I slammed against it hard, my head taking a good amount of the impact on the wall. I slid down against the wall blacking out.

Everything was strange and foggy as my eyes opened. I could hear the echoing voice of an older woman yelling angrily. "God dammit, Krieger! I said no testing on him!"