Joe’s bike rumbled on the street as he rode to his new job each bounce irritated his fractured ribs and sending pain radiating throughout his chest. Joe felt moronic as he rode down the street in the black button up shirt and dress pants, the uniform had never fit right from the start he had to get a larger one tailored to fit him properly and still it felt a little snug on his shoulders, but his mind was elsewhere thinking of the woman who had offered him a significant amount of money to train her to fight. It still made Joe feel uneasy he didn’t like the idea of having to fight a woman but thanks to his ribs it was gonna be a few months before he’d be able to get back in the ring so another source of income would be nice.

Joe kept all the attachments he needed for the uniform tucked away in a backpack held inside the saddlebag on his bike, no need to let the whole world know he was a security guard just yet. Joe only took this job because the pay and benefits were good and it was a way to keep the IRS off his back about how he was getting his money, although he was not looking forward to working with fat guys and people who couldn’t get a job working on the Police Department. As Joe turned the corner and pulled up to the massively impressive building he quickly flashed his ID card to the guard at the gate and pulled in to the parking lot.

Finding a spot to park Joe quickly turned his motorcycle off and stripped off his leather jacket and sunglasses, quickly trading it for the rest of the attachments to his new uniform and as he finally slid the black Security hat onto his head Joe’s pride hit a new low. Looking down into the saddlebag he saw his small bottle of whiskey glinting up at him causing Joe to pause for a moment as his mouth filled with saliva. Swallowing hard Joe forced the top to the saddlebag closed Joe turned to make his way towards the entrance. As he walked through the front door Joe quickly removed his hat, one of the few habits that Joe had trouble kicking from his Marine days. Scanning quickly Joe noticed a rather large desk with a very attractive woman standing behind it in similar attire. Making his way over towards her Joe was glad the long sleeve shirt covered all his tattoo's this entire place all seemed very professional. "Good afternoon Ma'am, Joseph Enders. I'm supposed to be meeting up with a Noel Gage for training." Joe's voice was sincere as he spoke there was no sarcasm or disrespect as he said ma'am it flowed as if he used it in normal conversation, which in a way he did.

He looked... normal. Not too tall, not too short. Brown hair and hazel eyes just like hers. They could have been siblings in another life. As it was they were just two caucasians with similar coloring wearing the same uniform and both standing with a stiff formality that came from service training.

She offered her hand and a firm but not macho testing handshake. "That'd be me. Noel Gage." The brunette supplied her name even though the new guy already knew it. It only seemed polite.

"Let me show you the locker room so you can dump your stuff and then we'll get down to rounds. Have you ever held a security position before?" His bulging biceps said that even if he hadn't, he was more than physically qualified. It was hard not to judge a book by its cover.

Noel turned and her calf-length braid swished along the back of her uniform like a python. The hair covered a full-sized, honest to god sword that she kept strapped to her spine. Nobody had said anything against having it at work, but she'd had an easier time dealing with people since she'd decided to hide the weapon.

Through the lobby, past the elevators and restrooms and around the side of a break room with vending machines lay a cold tile room with tan metal lockers. Noel indicated a locker that had a sticky note on it that read ENDERS in all caps. "Real secure, but the locker combination's probably on the inside somewhere." She leaned against the door jam and waited for Enders to get settled. The locker room smelled vaguely of seafood all the time so she tried to stay out of it as much as she could.