Mark Berwind was on his way out of the base when suddenly his cell started buzzing next to him on the passangers seat. He was tempted to throw the cell phone out the window and say he'd lost it somewhere but figured it might be important, picked it up and answered it. Before he could say a word, the voice on the other end started barking orders at him.

        "Berwind where the hell do you think your going?!" Crimson said. "I just recived orders for your team's first mission. Get your ass back here if you think you can handle it!" Click. All he heard was silence on the other end and closed the phone throwing back onto the seat it fell to the floor with a thud. Who do you think you are fucking prick?! Mark turned around and headed back towards the base and found a close parking space and took it before someone else could. When he stepped out Trinity was there to greet him.

        "I hear we got our first mission tonight." Trinity said with a smile but when Mark didn't return it she knew something had happened. "What? Did the Lieutenant bitch you out already Berwind?" She asked with her head cocked to the side. "Yeah, something like that." Mark said. "Go find the others I'll be in in a second." She nodded and quickly entered the building.

        Trinity Hardock was tall, thin and beautiful. She had long brown hair and hazel eyes. Her family was wealthy and he couldn't figure out why she wanted to join the National Gaurd when she could have easily became an actress or a model. She was one of those ditzy people who didn't think before they spoke and often got in trouble when she should have thought things through but didn't. Mark was trying to figure out why Crimson had made him add Trinity to the team when he had already decided his members adding her threw off the name he'd chosen: Military Officer Ordinance Nine  known as M.O.O.N. for short.

         Mark noticed the air was suddenly turning chilly as the dawn was fastly turning into night, he closed his car door and noticed a strange looking man staring at him. He was dressed in a black trench coat, an expensive looking black suit, a snazzy hat, dress up shoes, a pair of dark tinted sunglasses to cover his eyes like he had something to hide. Mark was starting to feel uncomfortable with how the man just stood there with his hands in his coat pockets was staring him down. "Can I help you sir?" Mark asked.

        Finally the man walked slowly towards him, hands still in his pockets. "You must be Markus Berwind," he said. "The team leader of M.O.O.N. am I right?" A puzzled look crossed over Mark's handsome face as only a selected few knew about the top secret group. How does he know about M.O.O.N.? Who the hell is this guy and where did he come from? Mark cleared his throat "That's right, I really don't have time to chat sir." He trailed off and started to turn when the man caught him off gaurd.

       "Tonight is your first mission and I would take full pro caution as nothing will be as it seems." "I wish you good luck... your going to need it." The man finished. Mark turned in time to see him walking away. "Who are you?" He called out after him. "Just call me Cruz." "And I'm a friend." With that the man dissapeard behind a row of cars and was gone.