The story starts in Germany. It's cold, and snowing. A soldier walks quietly through the fresh powder, making almost no sound. It was quiet. Too quiet. Mister Mustard was growing impatient for his target to walk outside, so he decided to go find them. He stopped momentarily and slung his MK3 Cybernetik carbine over his shoulder, so he could get a molding key. He opened the door slowly, it creaked slightly. Cringing because of the noise, he checked the room in front of him. A living space, small and cramped with almost no room to move freely. He would have to be careful. Suddenly, he heard a door slam near him. He decided to hide behind the couch and wait to see if it was his designated target. The person walked out from the hallway, revealing them self to be the target indeed. Mustard, who normally reaped without a care, decided to be stealthy. He hated the new laws banning flame to kill targets. "The government shouldn't be involved in how we kill, they just need to know that we get the job done", he said when they passed the law. He pulled out a silenced 5-7 sidearm, his go to stealth weapon. He quickly stood up from behind the couch and shot the target. The only sound was the body hitting the floor. Mister Mustard arrived back at the reapers housing facility at 1600. Two hours after he marked the victim R.S. Reaped silently, a sign meaning all things had gone well, with the victims body disintegrated into ashes. Upon arrival, he was met with the familiar face of Venku, an old friend he'd gone through hell and back with. "How was the reaping?" "Great, a little struggle, but I got it done" Replied Mustard. Venku then began to got into detail about how the government was changing the laws of reaping to make them less gruesome, "The less of a mess, the better." Venku would always say. Mustard disagreed tremendously, but he wouldn't let that get in the way of their friendship. They had finally reached the auditorium where they would meet the rest of their squad, 007. 007 was the squad that was renowned for its high kill-rate. They had been tasked with the most dealings per year, reaching a total quota of 1,560 required dealings a year. Too low, and they'd have to kill twice as many next year. Too high, and they would have to sit out the next year at the housing facility while others had their "fun". When they reached the auditorium, they found the rest of their squad. Mustache Man was eager to see his squad mates, ready to tell a story about his recent squabble with a target. He stood at a decent 5" 11'. His black hair was kept short (due to military standards). His name was Mustache Man, so they let him have his Mustache (which his squadmates has nicknamed "The caterpillar"). Mustache Man prefers extravagant reaping, where he lets the victim fight him. If the target wins, he lives. If he loses, well, Mustache man will be the last thing he sees. Standing next to Mustache man was Matchstick, twirling his butterfly knife in anticipation. He stood at 5" 6', he was the shortest of the group, but packed size where it mattered. His brown hair was allowed to grow out a little more than the buzzcut standard. It's rumored that when he was a child, Matchstick practiced with his sniper, and could hit a target 450 meters away, when he was merely 7 years old. Matchstick prefers a median of reaping, keeping things quiet but still showing a little flair. Next was Little Light, Finally there was the squad leader, Phoenix. Phoenix stood at 5" 9', a decent height. He was twirling his MK3 Cyber revolver. Recently made, it was a sturdy multi-energy source weapon. It has been rumored that Phoenix is a sociopath, showing very little emotion towards death. His work can testify. Phoenix prefers silent and quick deaths over extravagant shows of cruelty. Venku immediately took a seat next to Phoenix, to discuss some upcoming changes. Venku stands at a height of 6", and is normally serious, he does tend to get quippy during combat though. Venku prefers silent killing, which is very contrary to his style of gear. He likes heavy armor and weapons, but when necessary will carry smaller weapons and lighter armor. It is known that Venku, when he was a child, watched as his parents were murderer in front of him. From that day he promised to avenge his parents. Several months before enlisting, he found the culprit after years of searching. It isn't known what happened to the man, but many believe that Venku repaid life for life. Mustard sat next to Mustache Man, both were good friends. They had known each other since a young age. Mister Mustard stands at 6", he has her black hair, with streaks of white. The military normally limits hair dye and length, but with the group of reapers they give some freedom in style. The rumor with Mustard is that when he was merely 13, he was kidnapped by a cult. He escaped after missing for several months. When found, he directed he police to the cultist building, where hundreds of men and women lay dead. He had killed them all to escape. All of sudden, a loud voice came over the microphone. A government official had stepped on stage. He was their new commissioner. He had recently been hired after an "incident" with the previous commissioner. Nobody knew what happened, they just know that he is in a coma and most likely will not be regulating consciousness anytime soon. The new commissioner cleared his throat and spoke, "I'm your new commissioner. I would like to start off by saying, thank you. Thank you for paving the grounds to a new generation. Anyways, my name is Carter. I'll be setting up some new rules involving reapings, making them easier to handle with the public." There were shouts of both approval and disappointment. "I know most of you don't agree, but we can't keep lying to the public forever. We have to start being more secretive about our dealings." With that, Carter walked off stage without saying anything else. Edit: The next one should be up by the end of Wednesday. Also, I'm new to this. Feel free to criticize.