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As they walked through the halls, Allison noticed that most looked at Xavier with respect, but a few gave jealous glances, that didn't seem to deal with her. Ten minutes later, they went into an office with white walls. A young, light brown haired woman was messing with a rifle, but a buzz sounded with the door opening. She looked up and smiled.
"Hey Xavier!"
"Hi Jodie. Allison here is being outfitted."
"Ohhh, so what do ya what, honey?" Jodie asks, her brown eyes bubbling with the same happiness as her voice.
 
"Give me the biggest machine gun you got." She says, a small smile evident on her face. "I already have a back up, but I was not allowed to keep my big guns."
 
Jodie nods with a smile. "Gotcha. Waaiit right here." Jodie puts the rifle down and heads to the back. "Gun nut, huh?" Xavier says, noticing the smile breaking Allison's military facade. "Then you should get along fine with Jodie. Only guns I really care about are mine, and any pointed at me." Xavier says, patting the gun she'd seen on his hip earlier through the trenchcoat.
 
Allison nodded "Reasonable sentiments. Guns just make sense, point, shoot, done." She says, trying to explain her reason for loving guns, but unable to truly explain.
 
Xavier nods while Jodie comes back with a machinegun connected to a backpack of ammo. "This is the (Weapon Allison used in her previous Backstory Mission). If ya have any problems, let me know, okay?" Jodie says. "Anything new, X?" Xavier shakes his head. "You already restocked my grenades, so there's nothing else, Jodie." "Alright then. Good luck y'all." Jodie says, going back to fiddling with the rifle. Xavier leads Allison out and heads toward the garage. "Any questions before I explain where we're heading, and what we're doing in detail?"
 
"None sir... actually just one sir. Who was that girl in the pictures in your office?" She asked him, a little hesitant. "If I may be so bold sir."
 
"Ah, she looks... happy." Allison says, not sure what else to say. "So what is the full briefing on the mission"
 
Xavier opens the door to a black sedan, then goes to the driver's seat and starts it. "There's a place in Ohio that attracts the NMCs. It's a storage facility for food, and it gets attacked often. MIST has taken over as the security team, so there isn't going to be civilians around. However, this does mean that it's stakeout duty, with a high chance of combat. This is just a starter, to get you used to fighting NMCs. Usually it's just rat NMCs, but since sometimes there's something bigger, rookies are paired with an experienced agent. Now, be careful, since NMCs usually move faster, are stronger, and just plain nastier than normal animals. Thankfully, since you already have some, we don't have to worry about Neo-Mitochondria taking control of you, if you get some introduced to you." They've left the garage, and on the way to the airport, by the time he's done explaining.
 
Allison nodded. "Sounds manageable then." She got out of the car at the airport and stretched a little. "How are we getting flown there?"
 
"2nd class this time. Some bigwigs reserved the whole 1st class, where we usually have at least seats, if not a whole table to ourselves. Advantages of being FBI." Xavier says, before he leads her into the airport and through customs, pulling his MIST badge so that the airport personnel don't go through their bags.
 
Allison followed him, more than a little surprised at how he got them through security. "The military never gets away with that. MIST must be pretty special." She said to Xavier when they were out of ear shot of any passersby.
 
Xavier nods. "It is. We're dealing with things that go bump in the night, that can casually tear a truck in half. I've pumped a half dozen grenades into one, and it _kept going_." Xavier pauses as people go by. "As long as we're on official business, we can almost get away with anything legally. Like being an ambassador, except in our home country. MIST has been passed along to every part of the government as 'Do not ask, do what they say.'. Civilian establishments might not know that, but they still know we're FBI, which gets a lot of leeway on it's own."
 
"Never dealt with the intel side of things before. I don't want to hold this mission back." Allison says, keeping a business tone. She had never trained for intel, having been more trained for demolitions and heavy weapons in the military, and she did not want to make a bad impression on the first day.
 
Xavier shrugs. "That's fine. I can handle intel fine, so you can just pick up things as you go. You're here because I don't know how to wield big guns, and I'm kinda tired of dodging around a shed-size NMC for half an hour getting _nowhere_ with my pistol, as good as it is. We're boarding now, so we'll have to talk shop after the flight. If you've got any questions that don't involve NMCs, feel free to ask on the flight." He says, before they board and get seats next to each other. He pulls a laptop from his carry-on, and is fiddling with some dark grey sunglasses. Dark grey seems to be his favored color, it's on _everything_ Xavier wears, Allison notices.
 
(Backstory Mission Incomplete)

Xavier smiles a little. Allison had relaxed a little after that mission. Whether it was the knowledge she wasn't alone, that he was working towards stopping the ones who funded this nightmare, or Monica's acceptance, she let go a little of the pain she held from her lover's death.

"Everything alright?" He asked them all, noticing Volke's change back to male gender. It meant Volke would use the Dragunov when he could, instead of wading in with the Katana.
 
He growled and flicked 'her' forehead, then twisted his own arm so he could make an effective grab(natural 20 on the grapple). "What makes it so bad? You have the gall to preach, but you get violent when someone tries to help you. Instead of being stubborn, open up, and stop acting so invincible all the time. You're human. Deal with it." He replied coldly.
 
Volke's voice dropped to a whisper... (bluff 5, make opposed sense motive to hear the fear in her voice) "You will stop touching me, or I will kill you," 'she' said, trying to sound threatening, but the grandmaster stood above them all, both on the balcony and in power. "The Swallowtails are the best! You... you have been chosen- she was shaking a little, trying to pull away.
 
Allison looks at the two of them fighting and sighs. "Save it for the NMC. You know you would be pretty cute if you weren't so psychotic and trying to kill people who get close." Allison says toward Volke.
 
(Sense motive 30) " That's bullshit and you know it, Volke. I'm not even trying to hurt you. You realize this right?" He looked at 'her.' "And I couldn't bring myself to kill you if my own life depended on it."
 
Xavier waited. He heard the fear, and had an idea of what was happening. Allen had triggered some flashback moment in Volke, and being a world-feared assassin at 15 didn't happen without training. Sadistic, inhuman Training, with a capital T. He wanted Volke to deal with it, hoped that his friend, for he considered the man a friend, would grow a little more as a person. Dealing with his genderswitching so easily meant that Volke had been trained to not feel emotions to an extreme level at a young age, to the point where he didn't _have_ a sexual identity. He was an it, to himself.
 
After a moment he let go, making sure 'she' kept 'her' balance. "I don't know you went through, or what monster from your past I remind you of, but I'm not your enemy. There is one thing I won't kill for you, it's true, but I won't turn on you for it, either." He took a few steps back and then turned. "I'll protect you all, even if I become the devil himself, or the worlds enemy, till death." He swore to Volke, but in reference to his entire group.
 
Volke was openly acting oddly now, 'her' breathing changing from countless other trainees! You are better than the rest! And only the best of you will- from the usual 'controlled' almost straight to erratic. It started as a mumble, but 'she' was now speaking to herself. "No.. no." She felt compelled to leave this room alive. One of you, today, will earn the great honor- leave now, to get away. "I can't, no, I don't-" 'her' voice rose to join us! The Swallowtail Assassins! The best there ever was, is and ever will be!" to 'her' normal volume, then began increasing. "I won-I'm sca-Please...-Let-'t do it!-wait for-ghah!" she finished the last participant. Some black haired girl. She had blue eyes. He was missing his left one. He reached down- finished, her voice beginning to reach screaming level. Grabbing her head in pain and shaking it wildly, a puff of smoke filled the room. So did blood. To be accepted into the Swallowtails, he had gotten the tattoos. Chrono XIII, Aeon VII. Now, all that was left was- smoke came from Volke's body. She screamed, in fear, in anguish came fresh from his eyes. A bath in the pulped bodies of his fallen fellow trainees. A literal bloodbath. For the first and last time, Swallowtail Volke had tears to shed. anguish from something that Allen and Allison couldn't see. "No!!" came her long, drawn out screech, straight from the past.
 
Allen quickly held 'her' close, as if trying to comfort a child, he stroked her hair gently, trying to calm her down.
(diplomacy 33)
 
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