The chopper landed. Task force 141 had a new recruit. You opened the helicopters door and stepped out with your head down. The huge propellers whirling above your head, the wind whipped your hair around as you walk away. You had your bag on your back as the chopper flew away. A male waited for you at the edge of the helicopter pad, he wore a mask with a white skull. You had to admit he looked pretty cool.

“Welcome, recruit.”

was all he said. A man of little words you assumed.