Monte do Girassol

[TODD]

Ignoring the Portuguese speaking whitecoats all around him, Todd was fully absorbed in his reports.
He and a few of the other erasers had just arrived at one of the labs in Brazil in order to complete another step of training. Utterly pleased by the outline of the MFR in his hands, Todd knew that they were going to have some tough but extremely productive weeks ahead of them. Not to mention the rucking and swimming he would be able to do in the nearby mountains and jungles. The prospect of more training almost made the young man excited. Then again, Todd didn’t get excited. He only knew excellence, something that in this case was achievable through his own version of training.

However, it didn’t look like they were going to be having much time off. The eraser team, besides leveling up physically, had quite a few breifings and classes that they would be attending. There was also the introduction of possible new DNA alterations. While Todd never liked being tested on, he and the rest of the team had almost risen a level where they were no longer experimented on. They were the kill team. The experiments were done on others in order to perfect them before they were then preformed on Todd and the others. It was almost like a new app, in the civilian world.

However, he and the others still had another day or two to recover from jet-lag before the real fun began. However, instead of sleeping, Todd usually preferred to face the laginess head on. With a ten mile ruck march. Hell yeah.
Plan in mind, Todd began making his way back to the quarters, where the other erasers staid as well.

[SABLE]

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Walking through the halls of the clean building, Sable overheard bits and pieces of conversations she could understand. Way back when, while the Eraser hybrid was being trained by the school, they taught her the basics of all the languages they had bases in, which included Portuguese. Sighing as the pathetically weak white-coats turned to her and commented harshly on her pink hair and eyes, Sable imagined her clenching her fists as the shadows covering part of the scientists neck darkened, responding to its masters will, and slightly squeezing their host's flesh. She could hear, in her imagination, some groaning in slight pain while others looked around wildly, wondering what happened. Though, she did not do it, even though she could. Sable had standards, and she would not stoop so low as to harm petty humans.

The room was just as drab as she thought it would be, plain white walls on top of dull, light grey carpet. There were no windows, big shocker, and buzzing lights overhead. In the middle of the dreary room was a large, roundish, fancy glass table with many white swivle chairs rotating around it. There was some color though, at the front of the table, where the boss sits, there is a large, black chair, pretty comfortable looking. Deciding to see how this played out, Sable hid in the corner, shadows pouring off the walls and covering her in a loose seal, light reflecting off of the barrier so that it appeared just like the rest of the walls surrounding her. The hybrid was invisible. As Erasers poured into the room, potential team-mates, filling up the seats, one in particular, the only one absent, caught her attention. By the file she memorized on him, Sable knew his name was Todd. Smirking, the hybrid inwardly chuckled. Todd... such a plain and ordinary name compared to what he really is, a hard core, ex-marine/army officer Eraser. Odd that he was absent, yet it did not surprise her. She read that Todd had a huge pride, so probably he was hurt inside. Smirking, Sable thought it was amusing that she possibly hurt one of the best. One of them. Sable was the best, the best of the best. She was known througout the schools and institutes for her effectivness, and was proud of it. Because she was well known, she had the permission of the higher-ups to lead her own squad. Possibly these men, if they accepted her as their leader. Sable knew that that would be an extraordinarily hard task, since she was just a teenager... with pink hair. That was always a strike against her. Sighing inwardly, Sable considered dying her hair a different, normal color, then decided quickly against it. This was who she was, and no one was going to change it.

After the room fell completely silent, Sable released the shadows. To the men just sitting there, if they happened to see her releasing her servant, it would just look like she popped into existance. She listened to the startled gasps of the men, the slightest trace of fear comming from some. Smiling slyly, Sable walked across the room and sat in the big black chair, which, by the way, was just as comfortable as she imagined it to be. Kicking her feet up on the table, she leaned back into the chair, hands behind her head, an extremely casual and bored aura radiating off of her skin. Just as the higher-ups gave her permission to run a squad of deadly erasers, they also gave their OK for Sable to do whatever she wanted to them once they agreed to be on her team. Blinking calmly, she went over her plan. One, test them to see what they are made of. Two, accept or decline the new members of her team, depending on if they accepted her as their leader or not. Three, test them on their effectiveness, how they handle themselves, intelligence, strength, the whole shebang. Lastly, four, kill off the weaker ones, the one who would weigh the team down and might cause another teammate to get injured. An evil little glint came into her eyes as the animal DNA inside of her took over, just for an instant. She had a feeling this was about to become fun. Once the meeting was over, she would find Todd and get an explanation out of him, and no matter what it took, no matter the stakes, she would earn his respect and she would make him apart of his team, although ultimately it was his choice and his choice alone. Though she really wanted him, all to herself.

[TODD]

Glancing down at his watch, Todd realized he had a meeting in a few minutes. Yawning, he headed toward the room where his cot was. Like hell he would attend it.
The whitecoats wanted to pretend that he, a 21 year old hellion, was going to obey some scrawny little chick nearly half a decade younger than him. Like hell. Todd’s respect was earned, not forced from him. What he had seen so far, from the papers and files he had snatched, Todd wasn’t impressed.

Luckily, he would be going on his ruck march instead. Alone. Todd, in his mind, either worked alone, as the head of the group, or not at all. If they wanted to insult him as such then they weren’t going to get very far with him.

Grabbing his machete, Todd inspected it. It was old, from Costa Rice, but completely clean. Not a sign of rust. Humphing in triumph, Todd tucked it into his belt and hoisted up his 100 lb ruck of sand-bags, completing ten rapid pull ups at a bar in the corner as a warm up before he headed out.
Glancing at his watch again, Todd set the time. He gave himself five hours to complete the 35 mile trail he had cut through the mountains only a couple of days previously. He was going to go slightly easier today, just as a warm-up so he could enjoy himself.

Facial expression vacant, Todd left without another thought of the meeting. One who disobeyed orders he did not approve of regularily, Todd was sure no-one would be surprised. In fact, they probably expected it from him. He was happy to give them what they wanted in this case.

With that, Todd took off, leaving the lab far behind. Exercising was the one thing the whitecoats usually let him do on his own. They knew that he looked after himself in that aspect, and that even if they tried to take control, they would more than likely end up failing. In return for this small freedom, Todd always returned. He also decreased the amount of times they had to release the capsule in his body, based on an elephant euthanization, that would calm him down or even completely knock him out.

Strange birds called far ahead and Todd listened, his senses completely on alert. While this march would have been completed 100 times easier in his canine form, Todd prided himself most in his human form. It was only when he was nearly losing control of a situation that he allowed himself to drop into the body of a beast. It worked well for him, too. Because people rarely saw him as a wolf, most didn’t know what he looked like. Even those who did were usually caught by surprise, because of the infrequency of the form. The only other time Todd drops into this form is when he doesn’t wish to speak about a topic. It clearly marks a conversation as being over. He never does that on anyone except the head of the lab and occasionally other superiors. Or those who annoy him and won’t leave.

Todd hadn’t brought water, either. He didn’t need water, though. He drank from the streams and waterfalls, his quick immune system rapidly killing anything harmful or foreign without usually affecting him in the slightest.

Steady breath, Todd kept up his rapid stride. He was a few miles in now, and perfectly loving it. Loving being alone.

[SABLE]

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The meeting was just as dull as she thought it would be. All it was, was Sable introducing herself to her possible men, them getting mad because she was a teenager, then whooping most of their asses when they started the fight. To put things short, after they knocked her up quite a bit, she did more damage. A few men decided to stay with her on her team, giving Sable their temporary respect. In all, out of the twenty possible candidates, three agreed to be her men. Izaak, a tan, muscular yet thin man who had the ability of extra enhanced senses, which was only him being able to smell stuff really well, hear crud a mile away and see stuff past the horizon. It was actually a pretty harmless ability and had a bunch of side-effects. Being sensitive to stuff, yet could be valuable all the same. Then there was Cody, a tall, well built man with long hair. He was fast, that was pretty much it. Lastly, was Andrew, called Runt, a smaller man yet built like a concrete wall. He had rock-hard skin that could hardly be pierced, yet had ultra sensitive pressure points that, if attacked, could majorly hurt him. Sable enjoyed all three of them, deciding that they had proved their worth. She would not be killing them any time soon, but instead would back them up with her life. Quickly, she dismissed the men, deciding to go search for Todd.

It was not that hard to find him. She just caught a glance, he was racing down a path. Sable decided not to bother him, but she recognized the road well, knowing its stopping point. Taking a short-cut, she beat him there by a few hours. Sighing, bored, she sat there, thinking of what she would do. An hour into her thoughts, the hybrid decided to talk to him first, then see how it played out. Closing her eyes, Sable took a quick nap, replenishing her energy.

Another hour passed, still no sign of him. Sighing, Sable thought that she could beat the road in two hours, but she guessed he was taking it easy. After all, it had only been two since he started. Shrugging, she waited until his footsteps rang out clearly, whenever that would be. Standing up, she faced her possible man.