Settling In

Though the guy sat back down for landing, he didn't put back on his shirt. I couldn't help but stare at his chest, the rise and fall of his breathing was hypnotizing to me. I could tell he was enjoying the attention, the way his hands rubbed over his arms to show off the muscles he had. "Jim, time to leave." I looked back up to the guy who held out his hand to me.

I took it and was escorted out, all the guys surrounding me like a shield. That was till they parted at the front, becoming a uniform line. A man stood in front of us, his eyes sharp. They quickly scouted me out, his lips quirking up slightly. "Mr. Luster, great to see you have arrived. Please follow me. The rest of you disperse to your preassigned rooms. Someone will fetch you soon."

Quickly and silently they all walked away, going straight into the facility. The man walked up to me, his body reeking of regality. His suit was pure black, a simple white tie being the only other splash of color. "I hope your flight here has been insightful. Considering one of your men's shirt was off you have come to learn some of the power you hold." I nodded, my body stiff. It felt like an interview, even if they had already hired me. "Good. That makes your assimilation into this life much easier. Considering you have no previous record of being in the program we were worried you wouldn't be as accepting."

His smooth voice felt so natural, as if he was talking to a friend. "Thank you sir. They have given some insight into what my role here will be, however I would like to learn more onto my role." The man turned his back on me and started walking to the entrance to the facility. I followed him, unsure of what was happening.

"Well Mr. Luster the facility is divided into roles. There are the grunts, all of low ranks. They will wear all black clothes. They run most things that happen here. Then there is the medic's, they will always be found either working on someone or in the medical wing. If you absolutely need to identify them, they will have an insignia behind their left ear. There are the workers, who will work directly to patients, they always have two grunts with them as bodyguards. Handpicked. They should be ranks seven through four. And lastly we have the higher staff, you. You are of an elite level, only being topped by me and my vice. You will be in charge of managing complaints, and to deal with the harder troublemakers. Past that, we don't really care what you do."

I tried to absorb the information as we navigated the hallways. The place was almost pure white. Anything not white would stick out like a sore thumb, which might be why the staff wore black. It was an indicator to everyone. "Thank you sir, does this mean I am allowed to command people of lower rankings?" He looked back at me, his eyes full of mischief.

"Yes, I suppose it does." My heart spiked as I happily followed him. The way those grunts had done my commands so willingly on the ride here... "Here is your room. Hope you enjoy your employment. We will give you a day to settle in." With that he walked off. I opened the door smiling to myself.