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I'm thinking of creating a list of the Council's organizations, as well as the members who work in them, but to do this I need good pictures to go with them, So I ask for help from my brothers in this arduous mission.
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Ignoring Jay's comment, we got up from our seats and went to meet the new agents. Everyone except Zed and Aderyn, because they had other obligations to attend to.
Before entering the room, I could already hear O talking to the new agents. "Well, once the Chief arrives, he'll explain what this is all about and answer your questions." After that, I opened the door and we all went into the room.
"Good morning, I imagine you have a lot of questions right now." I said cheerfully.
"Everyone here has been recommended by an agent from an organization related to the Council. The three people with me and I have signed on as your mentors while you're trainee agents." "Three people?" Felicia asked, a question shared by all four candidates and Jay. Suddenly, a woman of about 25 appears behind Felicia. She has maroon-red hair, blue-gray eyes, and is dressed in a red wide-brim fedora, red trench coat, black quarter-zip cap-sleeve turtleneck catsuit with a gold triangle zipper, black gloves, and black boots.
"I think the director is referring to me," she says, playing with a silver pendant that holds a photo inside.
"Hey, that's mine, give it back!" Felicia demands angrily.
"If it's so important, you should keep a better look after it, kid." the woman says before returning the pendant to Felicia. She then puts it back on.
"Good afternoon, Miss Sandiego. I hope you enjoyed your protégé's performance." I say, observing Agent Carmen Sandiego. 'It's incredible how she's gone from resembling the Carmen of 2019 to the one of 1986. Although it was somewhat unexpected when I discovered that V.I.L.E. had been formed in this world, Without me even noticing.'
"I definitely enjoyed her performance, especially the written exam." Carmen says with a smile.
"It was his idea." Felicia says, pointing at J.
"Well, we passed the tests, didn't we?" J says defensively.
"Yes, of course, everyone passed." I say to lighten the mood. "To be clear, the objective of the test was simply to read and write something that could be read later. Miss Romanova managed it easily, Miss Grey did it using her psychic abilities, and Miss Hardy and you, Mr. Edwards, managed it by moving the table."
"And what about the questions that moved?" Natasha asks, intrigued, while Jean seems frightened by the fact that they discovered she is a mutant.
"Miss Grey, you don't need to worry about your status as a metahuman user of the X-gene. You're not the first, and you won't be the last among our agents." I say, trying to put Jean at ease. "As for your question, that part of the exam was designed to measure your magical potential."
"Magic?" He asks doubtfully if I'm serious, while everyone stares at me as if I'm crazy.
"Yes, magic." I say with a smile, and with a snap of my fingers, I conjure a large flame that covers the ceiling of the room. This frightens the four of them, but with another snap, the flames are extinguished. "Although there are several different branches: Magecraft, True Magic, and manipulation of mystical energies, among others. There was also the possibility that you were shamans, but since you didn't see the spirits at the door, I assume you aren't."
I give them a moment to recover before continuing. "Now, before I explain the second part of the exam, I have a question for Mr. Edwards. Why did he choose to shoot the girl instead of the other targets?"
J recovers from his shock at the previous scene and answers. "Well, at first I thought of the quartet with the coffee pot, but then I realized they just wanted coffee. Then the guy with the split head appeared, and I thought, Hey, he looks kind of weird, but he doesn't seem like a bad guy. Then there was that little guy who just looked scared. And then there's the redheaded alien with the gun, but I could tell from her posture that she looked like a law enforcement officer ordering someone to stop. Then I saw little Tiffany and thought, 8-year-old white girl, in a black neighborhood, surrounded by a bunch of monsters at this time of night, with quantum physics books? She's about to do something, man. She's like 8 years old; those books are way too advanced for her."
"Congratulations, Mr. Edwards, on your keen observation and ability to think outside the box. You were the first person to hit the correct target." I say to J with a smile, then turn to the others. "See how it's possible to locate the correct target in this test?"
After hearing this, everyone sighs.
"The rest of you passed by aim." I tell the other 3 what makes them embarrassed and not know what to say.