Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Williams eyes darted back toward the woman with the green eyes. She had broken the silence that had extended between all of them, that is except for one of the new comers who had whispered. However he had not been focusing on her voice. Instead he had looked sideways at the first to have entered the room. She obviously was obviously better than he at reading bodies. Of course this could be due to the fact that she was so in touch with her own. William envied her control. However, where she was good at whatever she did, he had a mastery over weapons that was rivaled by only a few. If it was meant to take a life, he could use it. He was a jack of all trades but master of none. He had not specialized in anything particular like most of his squad mates had, but he did know just about every kind of weapon that was meant to kill.
The silences stretched once again before the slow gait of a heavy set man could be heard down the hall. From the way that the feet fell William knew that this couldn't be the last in the team. The sound of unsteady pace and weight gave away the telltale signs of a life of luxury. William's face turned to a sneer of disgust as a large man stepped in to the room. Just behind him was the same beautiful blue eyed woman that had brought William here. He narrowed his eyes at her and she visibly flinched. The heavy-set man noticed this before letting out a deep laugh.
"They get more gusty with every generation!" he laughed with a deep southern accent. William had been caught off guard by the strange accent. He had heard nothing but the accent-less west coast dwellers. As the heavy-set man made his way to the end of the table where William and his green-eyed counterpart sat, he grabbed a few more manilla folders from the woman. Everything in the room was quiet except the unsteady pacing of the man. Easing himself in to his chair he grinned and crossed his hands over his large belly.
"Well, pleasure to finally meet all of ya," his cold brown eyes met with William's, however William did not flinch. In fact he found it almost pathetic for this overweight man to stare him down. "So, you've all been introduced I assume?" No response followed. He tilted his head to the side condescendingly, "Ah come on now. Don't tell me ya'll don't like each other?" He laughed as if he were the funniest man on Earth. William was not impressed. "I guess that leaves me to tell ya. I'd like all of ya to meet the Commander of the Patriot Squad, Commander Agent William Cassidy." He pointed to William.
William frowned darkly, "I'd prefer to be called Ghost Town."
The man lifted a brow at William, "Ghost Town? What kind of name is that? No, you're William, Will if you prefer."
William narrowed his eyes, "I prefer Ghost Town."

At hearing William's remark, he nearly smirked. "Ghost Town? That's a dumb name." Daniel sat in a very unimpressed position, his green eyes looked up and William. Then he looked over to the big man standing next to the woman. He found himself amused as to why would the man would try to intimidate William- or, Ghost Town as it would seem. Daniel was made to kill, not to sit around. He wasn't very good with other, nor a leader.

Glenda glared at the large man. He was the life of luxury man and she didnt like it not one bit. "I dont know who you are sir, but please, call me G or GK if you please" Her smile was forced but the old man didnt seem to notice "Of course. This is Glenda Kale, Medical Officer." He replied, forgetting she had already said her name.

OOC: Sorry its short :/

Glenda smiled. This woman has some spunk she thought. She said, like a breeze, in a light voice "No one cares, old man. And I think we can introduce ourselves?" She looked around. Then she realized her mistake. She shouldnt confront the man. Then she looked surprised as the russian woman began laughing. She stopped arubtly as she started "Sorry sir." The woman mutttered.