Where's the Coffee (JT | NDE | R)

[Lee Jensen]

That sound. That god awful sound was playing again. That continuous, annoying, horrible sound was playing to the right of his head. A million voices in his head demanded he hit the snooze button, to remain hidden from the word beneath his two warm blankets. His eyelids put up such a fight with their refusal to be opened, struggling as hard as they could to hold themselves together. But they failed. They failed like they did every morning. Everything was a blur for only a moment before details became clear. The sight of red, flashing, numbers were the first thing that he saw. The screaming alarm clock resting on the dresser, demanding that he wake up and begin his day.

Head dug into his pillow, the young man stared slack jawed at the alarm clock. Everything was becoming clear as he lifted his arm up and slammed it down on top of the clock, shutting it off. "...Fuuuuuugghh" he managed to moan, hiding his face in his pillow for a moment. He knew that if he didn't move he would, without a doubt, fall back asleep. Getting up at six in the morning was rough, something that he just never seemed to get used to. Pushing up with both his arms, the young man made his way out of bed. Instead of just leaving it, though, he turned around and immediately began to make it again. Just another morning ritual that needed to be completed.

Once finished with that he made his way to the small restroom, peeling off the sleep shorts and t-shirt he had worn in bed. Tossing them into a basket under the sink he turned the shower on, before sitting down on the toilet to begin his business. He needed to wait a minute for the water to heat up anyway, so he could use that time to dispense of anything his body had built up over the night. Flushing the toilet he stepped into the shower, waisting no time with both wetting and cleaning his body. White suds followed behind his hand as he rubbed the soap into his skin, leaving no inch of himself un scrubbed.

The bar of soap found itself being dragged across a developed abdomen, leaving behind a trail of small bubbles as it traveled around the young mans hard body. Placing the bar on the little hook apparatus, he grabbed the bar of shampoo and squirted some of the gel in his hand. Scrubbing it into his hair he took a minute to enjoy the warmth of the water, letting the shampoo settle into his hair before scrubbing it out. Once finished with cleaning he turned the nozzle, ending the spray of water against his skin. Reaching through the side of the curtain he grabbed onto the fuzzy purple towel and began drying himself off.

Stepping from the shower, the man was busy sticking the towel in his ear trying to clean it out. Once dry he hung it back up, stepping towards the bathrooms mirror and wiping the condensation from the glass. Looking into the glass he could see himself looking back. A young man with intense grey eyes looked back at him, a wet set of dark gray hair sat upon his head.

Once finished with his washroom duties, along with the various other chores he had to do for himself in the morning, Lee found himself munching on a bowl of breakfast cereal in front of his rather plain television set. Tired eyes watched the moving pictures on the screen, reporting the local news within Karakura Town. Reports of random assaults in the night, a fire at a local store, and various other things. The assaults had caught Lees attention, and normally he would have simply shrugged them off as simple muggins. But now...he was never sure if something was "normal" or not.

After meeting a certain group of people...eye opening was probably the best way to describe it. Shocked, amazed, excited, scared...various things that Lee had felt upon his discovery of the world that nearly 99.9% of the rest of the planet could not see. It was like a secret gentle men's club that you couldn't check out of. So sitting here, watching the news, Lee couldn't help but wonder if these incidents were "normal".

His food finished, he needed to get ready to go to work. Looking into his closet and reaching in, Lees fingers began wrapping around the blue uniform he so often wore. But he stopped himself, suddenly realizing that this wasn't him anymore. The blue uniform, the badge, the belt...it wasn't his life anymore. He hd traded it in for something new, something more paycheck substantial. Yet...he felt bad. Everytime he saw his old uniform he felt guilt. He felt as if he sold out. His apartment was not one that somebody with money would live in. Cheap foods, a cheap tv, everything was low budget. The sort of thing somebody with no money could afford.

The promise of money had swayed Lee. The promise that his debts would vanish had turned him away. He felt as if he had betrayed the force, his partners, and his chief. Even though they had smiled, wished him luck, prayed that his future be bright...Lee couldn't help but feel regret. It wasn't that his new job was bad. It just...didn't feel like he was making any sort of difference anymore. Reaching into the other corner of the closet he retrieved the plastic contained suit that he was required to wear to his new job. He looked it over, eyes narrowing slightly at how...ornate it was. It wasn't the outfit of a security guard, it was the outfit of a general. It just didn't fit him. With a sigh, Lee got ready.

Suit Reference

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"I appreciate the ride." Lee thanked as he shut the door to his cab. Looking up at the massive building that was his new job location, his eyes locked onto the sign that read "Uzaki Enterprise". He blinked, lowering his head slightly as he ran a hand through his short dark hair. He made sure his collar was tucked, tie was tied, and everything was in order before ascending the staircase and pushing the doors in. The sound of clicking was the first thing he heard, turning his head to the right to see the receptionist by the door. "Morning! You must be the new hire for security, right?" she asked, her voice was way too perky for this time of morning. "Yes. Lee Jensen. I may not be in the system yet, but I do have my ID on me if you need to see it." Lee replied, turning towards the desk and pulling his personal identification card from his pocket.

Truth be told, he was still rather new to this building. He had only really just gotten started working after his training had been completed. So, really, today was his actual first day on the job. "Sure! It'll cut the check in process down by at least ninety percent if you have the card." She responded, taking Lees ID from his hand and running it through some form of slider before returning it to him. "Alright Mr. Jensen, welcome aboard! You know where to find your assignments for today?" She asked, smiling up at him. Lee just wanted some coffee. "It's in the office if I remember correctly. Take the hall straight until the third left hall, go right at the second turn and it's right there." He recalled. She nodded, allowing him to move on with his day.

Walking through the building, Lee was still confused about what it was Uzaki Enterprise exactly did. Wandering the halls as he made his way to the office, he peered into rooms and at cubicles and watched the other employees work. Finding his way into the office, Lee both knocked and scanned his ID into the reader allowing the door to open. Walking inside...Lee wasn't sure what to expect. A rather plain looking room with cabinets and shelfs in one corner, a table in the center of the room covered in papers, a sofa against the wall, a fridge, an armory, along with a terminal containing a multitude of camera feeds.

There were three other people in the room with him, all turning towards the young man as he walked in. Smiles immediately adorned their faces. A dark skinned man came walking up to Lee, extending his hand and chuckling. "Well I'll be...you must be the newbie huh? Hah, it's nice to meet you. Name's Wilson. That there's Charles and Yoshi. You're Lee, aint cha?" The man asked, Lee noting the strength of his handshake. "Yeah. You guys already know about me?" Wilson laughed at the newbies reply. "Son, if there's one thing Uzakis is good at is informing its workers when something happens. Welcome aboard, partner. We got your schedule over here." Wilson explained, motioning with his arms towards a terminal in one corner of the room.

"When newbies come aboard we give them a break, start them slow and work them up after they learn the building and people. We were going to throw you on the cameras or on one of the entrances...but as you can see.." Wilson cut off, looking at the other two guards as they watched Lee interact with the terminal. Looking at his schedule, Lee could tell something was off. From 8-11, there was only "Gym 3", while from 11-12:30 was a lunch break and the rest of the shift was standard guard duty. "...gym three? I'm not sure I understand." Lee asked, turning to face his coworkers.

"Orders from the Chief." Wilson nodded his head to the terminal. "Chief? You mean Uzaki-san?" Lee asked, clearly confused. What was going on? Where was the coffee. "Nope. Not the Boss. The Chief." the one named Yoshi suddenly pipped up. "Yeah. That's why you're being given an extra long lunch. Listen, no doubt the Chief knows you checked in now and it's best we don't hold 'em up. Gym three is on the next floor down, follow the signs. We'll see you in a bit rookie. Good luck kid, you'll need it." And like that they were gone, leaving Lee just standing there with a mouth slightly agape. The hell was going on with this place?

Following the directions given to him, Lee managed to find a staircase heading downwards. He was rather surprised at the fact that this place had sublevels, along with gyms. But the sublevel bit was a little bit more surprising. Regardless, Lee let a couple employees pass him on their way up the stairs. Reaching the floor he looked around, noticing a sign that was labeled with the gym and the number he wanted. Walking towards the double doors he knocked on it a few times. It was only polite, after all. Still, it was a gym room so he shouldn't have to knock in the first place. Opening the doors up he casually stepped inside and then blinked in surprise at the room he was in.

It was....massive. Lee saw dozens, if not hundreds, of various workout machines all arranged in perfect rows. It was obvious that this was a place where the heavy duty gym goers would come, given the level of machines and weights he noticed. Lee, also, noticed what appeared to be some sort of...boxing ring? That's what it had to be right? Why did this place...well maybe it wasn't too surprising. No doubt martial arts practice was a great way of relieving stress and working out. But, still, Lee was a little taken back seeing it. But he then noticed the only other person in the room with him, someone he had been summoned to see. His title confusion earlier didn't mean he didn't know who she was.

Walking across the gym he stopped about seven feet from her, arms held behind his back and bowing his head forward. "You wanted to see me, Sir?" He stated. He wasn't actually sure how he was suppose to label her, in all honesty. Sir, ma'am, chief, boss...he just wasn't sure. Sir, for now, was the best option. It meant more than just a gender label, it also showed that Lee saw her as a superior and not as a woman. It was the most respectful term he could given her right now, with his lack of knowledge on what she preferred.

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{"Stats and Skills" May not be the same after acceptance}


Strength - [50] = [75] Points

Speed - [50] = [62.5] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [40] = [20] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [40] = [20] Points

Light Aura - [Insert number here] Points

Dark Aura - [Insert number here] Points

Instinct - [50] Points

Senses - [50] Points

Energy sensory - [0] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points

Total SP: [280] Points

Abilities

• [Mixed Martial Arts: Kick Boxing + Wrestling] {1}
  
  
• [Battle Analysis] {1}
  
  
• [Anti-Stealth] {1}
  
  
• [Pain Tolerance] {1}
  
  
• [Calm Mind] {1}
  
  
• [Acting] {1}
  
  
  

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Morning people. To most, they were wierdos. How could anyone stand to get up early in the morning and not be incredibly crabby? How could anyone manage to get going at the start of the day without a healthy dose of caffeine? Those were the kinds of questions asked when people realized that Uzaki Enterprises’ Chief of Security automatically woke up at 6am every morning without an alarm. The moment she got out of bed, she was perfectly alert. Her sleep the night before, like it was almost every night, was sound and trouble free. She was content with her life, and that meant she had nothing to keep her up late into the evenings. Well, she had some things that did that, but recreation was a different issue.

It was INSERT DAY HERE. Most people hated Mondays. Yoko wasn’t one of those people. Her work was fulfilling and fairly enjoyable. An average work day for her consisted of stopping an assassination attempt, writing a police report or three, and enjoying lunch on the company’s dollar. Oh, and the take home pay was mind boggling too. Truly, it was the lap of luxury. She had earned that much at least. It had been at least a year since she’d lost count of the number of would-be assassins she’d stopped. Kazura couldn’t ask for a better bodyguard, nor could he want a better Chief of Security.

But, there was still plenty to be done before every day began. The Chief had her own home now. The pay bump she got when Kazura promoted her to Senior Employee status made it so she could afford that much without feeling wasteful at all. If she wanted to, she could even have hired staff to take care of cleaning and caring for her home. That was neither necessary nor wanted. Having staff just meant giving people access to her home. It meant background checks, interviews, and more security precautions to ensure no one could access classified information. Besides, it was easy enough to take care of everything with a bit of Soul Command usage anyway. Oh, and a bit of smart tech, like her trusty Roomba, made it even easier.

Even without anyone else in her home, her security precautions were extensive. Every spot in the home was visible from at least two different angles on CCTV. There were a couple servers in the basement to handle storing all that footage, all 1080p and with crisp audio to boot. And that was just the start of it. She’d had Ed set up those servers for her, as well as most of the other goodies. Oh man were there goodies. The “basics” were the kind of thing that your average fairly well-off individual would expect. Everyone room had in-house sound, as well as voice detection for JARVIS style control. HVAC was independently controllable on a room by room basis. Oh, and there were TVs everywhere.

But that really was just the basics. The piece de resistance was the media room. Upon walking into that room, most people’s jaws dropped. That single room was worth as much as the rest of the house put together. One entire wall was covered in a completely custom flatscreen from floor to ceiling. It measured in the hundreds of inches on the diagonal. One of the best parts was that it was wired up to a custom computer that could split it at will. Need 4 independent screens on that wall? Need 16? No problem. It was all software controlled, and it was a thing of beauty. The rest of the room held a number of identical battlestations. Each had a pair of 27 inch monitors with the best computer money could buy attached to them. They had enough games to last a lifetime installed, but with the proper login, could also hit Uzaki Enterprises’ mainframe on a direct link. The most important files, including the last week of security footage, was backed up locally as well.

Ed had really outdone himself with that setup, and Yoko had paid him handsomely for it. But, sadly, there was no time to play with it in the mornings. Work started promptly at 8am, and she had to be perfectly ready for it. She had been wide awake from the moment she got out of bed, but there was plenty to do still. First was breakfast. When it came to the most important meal of the day, she ate like a Saiyan. The Chief was incredibly strong, and put her body through way more than most humans could even dream of. That meant she burnt thousands of calories a day, and had to eat several times the normal portion size to keep from losing weight.

Over the years, Yoko had become a lot more comfortable with herself as a person, and with her body. She didn’t need to lose any weight for sure. Even as she sat there, chowing down on an entire pack of sausages, it was clear that her appearance had changed a good deal in the last couple of years. Maybe it was because of her powers, or maybe she was just a late bloomer, but it seemed that puberty hadn’t fully hit Yoko until her 20s. Earlier in life, she was good enough looking, but she was short, didn’t wear makeup, and a bit too obviously a tomboy. All of that had changed considerably.

In the last few years, Yoko had group several inches up to five foot eight, but her height was far from all that grew. The Chief’s body was more… womanly now. Her chest was up to a D cup by western standards, and all the other curves were more plainly visible as well. If her skin was covered by something tight fitting, she was a picturesque hourglass. Beneath any fabric, there was still a great deal of muscle to be found. Yes, she was quite obviously a woman, but she was probably one of the most well defined women that most men would ever lay their eyes on. Despite the increase in her bust, there was no excess fat visible anywhere else. What could be seen instead was enough muscle to catch the eye of any meathead.

Her face had also undergone a considerable change, but that wasn’t quite as natural. As the Chief finished up breakfast, those changes quickly became apparent. Her next stop was the bathroom. She’d already showered the night before. Instead, it was time for another part of the morning ritual: makeup. She didn’t need much of it. Her skin was still flawless, especially for a warrior, but there were little touch ups here and there. A dash of foundation to smooth things out, a touch of eye shadow and mascara to draw attention towards her eyes, and a light bit of natural looking pink lipstick combined to do the trick. It was far from excessive. Instead, she opted for a more natural look. Well, it was a touch better than natural obviously, but the makeup wouldn’t even be noticed by most men.

What they would notice, especially if they had known her before this change, was her hair. She’d let it grow out quite a bit lately. The last time it was cut was well over a year or two ago. Okay, that’s not entirely true. She had it styled and trimmed on a fairly regular basis, but the length, especially in back, didn’t get any shorter. By this point, it was already down to just above her waist. The length wasn’t all that had changed though. She also tended to wear her hair loose now. If she was serious about something, then she might do it up, but it normally just flowed free. Oh, and it was a lovely scarlet now. She’d died it a few weeks ago, and the new color was quite lovely. Blondes may have more fun, but the deep red suited her better than a carefree blonde.

Not everything had changed though. She still wore the same uniform to work, and everyone still tended to treat her about the same. There were more lecherous looks nowadays, but that wasn’t too bad. If they weren’t creepy about it, she usually just gave them a smug grin. Admiration was complimentary, and that was what she always tried to take the wandering eyes as. Of course, some people got carried away, and those people were promptly reminded, be it with a much harsher gaze or a fist, that she deserved their respect more than their perverted thoughts. She was still a warrior first, and a woman second, but the gap wasn’t that large any longer.

Overall, her morning routine, all the way through getting dressed, didn’t take that long. Sure, it was a bit more elaborate than it used to be. The makeup added a few minutes, as did binding her chest. Yeah, that was something she had to deal with now. Being amply proportioned was great for her self-esteem and all, but it got in the way if she didn’t anchor them down. Between the binding and a sports bra, she usually ended up looking at a B cup visually. That helped keep the attention where she wanted it, and kept the jiggles to a minimum. What didn’t help, is that her uniform was snugly fitted. It hugged every curve on her body, but it flowed easily enough to allow free movement. While there were measures in place to keep her chest under control, there was nothing she could do to hide the rest of her curves, and that meant there were still plenty of wayward eyes for her to deal with.

That was fine though. It was a special day. Lee Jensen started his first day of work. He was a promising candidate that she had… acquired… from the local police department. He seemed to be spiritually aware, he was a decently capable fighter (as far as people without powers go), and he wasn’t too hard on the eyes. It was basically everything she looked for in a new hire. Still, there was plenty of work to be done with him. He needed to learn proper procedures for working at Uzaki Enterprises, and all his skills needed to be improved. Sure, he was probably competent enough to handle the everyday riff raff, but she needed him to be able to take down a Hollow just as easily as a drunk businessman.

As Yoko walked to work, she planned out the best way to get him up to snuff. This was the first time she’d ever had a really clean slate. Before this, she had only trained people who were fairly set in their ways already. With Iwa, the best she was going to get was to calm her down a bit and keep her under control. Mictian… she’d be grateful if he could just learn a little respect. Jak was largely in the same spot as Iwa. The all had brought pre-existing talents and experience to the table. That wasn’t a bad thing per say, but it meant that they needed to unlearn a lot of bad habits.

That wasn’t the case with Lee. From what little interaction the Chief had already had with him, she knew he was respectful, and that he knew almost nothing about the spiritual side of things. Outside of his experience of getting his ass whooped by a two-bit Fullbringer, Lee probably had nothing else to go on. That was where Yoko needed to start. If Lee was going to be effective, he was going to need to hit the books. Between Kazura, Marcus, and herself, there was a good bit of information that had been compiled on various spiritual entities and their powers. Between the three reliable senior members of Uzaki Enterprises, they’d fought against almost every type of being there was. All that data was enough to teach someone quite a bit about dealing with spiritual beings.

Reading would only get Lee so far though. It was one thing to look something up in the database, and it was another thing entirely to get firsthand experience in combat against them. Chances were, Lee wasn’t ready for actual combat yet. He was still too weak, too slow, and too powerless. Before he could safely spar against someone like Iwa or Jak, Yoko would have to make him stronger. Neither of them enjoyed holding back, and that could quite literally be the death of the newest hire. If he was spiritually aware, there was a very strong chance that Lee was like her, a Fullbringer. That meant he had abilities that were still latent inside him. Yoko planned to draw those out, and give him a tool to fight on par with other spiritual entities.

That wasn’t all she had planned though. It wasn’t exactly a secret that the Chief was strong, physically speaking. While she wasn’t mind-bogglingly fast compared to some in the spiritual world, she was definitely fast enough to vanish in front of a normal human. These were standards that she would hold Lee too. Any one in her security force that couldn’t put an average human to shame in terms of both strength and speed was pathetic. In her mind, the bare minimum that was acceptable was the peak of what a normal human could achieve. Chances were that getting into better shape would help Lee develop his powers as well. That’s how it had worked for her at least.

On top of the raw power, there were also skills she needed to teach him. There was no doubt in her mind that Lee had a basic competence in the skills required of police work. She’d seen how he held himself. It was clear he knew at least the basics of how to fight. His stance, just the normal way he stood, not a fighting stance, was too confident and refined for someone that didn’t know how to throw a punch. He also probably had some basic skill with firearms. Cops were still trained in that in theory. On top of that, he probably had at least decent reasoning skills. A stupid cop was a bad cop after all.

All in all, it seemed like Yoko had figured out how to deal with Mr. Jensen. By the time she got to work, she knew exactly what she was going to do. First and foremost, it was gym time. She needed to get a good baseline on what he was capable of. If she knew how much he could lift, and how fast he could run, then she’d have a better idea of where she was starting. Confident of her plan, the Chief let herself into the building and went straight downstairs to the gym. There was no need for her to stop off at security first. She had to scan her ID to get in the building. Everyone, except the new guy, already knew she was there.

Once she got down to the gym, she did a few stretches and jogged a few dozen laps on the indoor quarter-mile track. Well, a jog for her was faster than the world record pace, but it was still a jog. It was enough to get her blood moving a bit, but not enough for even a drop of sweat. She never was one for cardio, but frankly, the weights available here weren’t really useful at her level any more. The strongest bar in the room could only hold about 1200 pounds, and that was child’s play for her. To get a decent challenge, she had to do bizarre stuff like combining a one-arm pullup with a one-arm bicep curl, or handstand pushups while balancing the bar on her feet.

Eventually, the new hire showed up. She knew he was coming before he got into the gym – a text from Yoshi had taken care of that much – and so she stopped her warm up. Lee gave his greeting, and the Chief returned it with one far more cheery that she usually would have. [smear:0000ff]”Mornin’ sunshine.”[/smear:00ffff] She was in a damn good mood. There was a new hire standing in front of her, and she was the one who got to break him in. [smear:00ffff]”Before we get started, couple questions. Any allergies or medical conditions you need to mention? Anything you need before we get going?”[/smear:0000ff] It was all standard procedure. She didn’t want a new hire collapsing from an allergic reaction or asthma attack, nor did she want him not at 100%.

[smear:0000ff]”Either way, once you’re ready, we’re just gonna set baselines on all your lifts and a five-k time. We’ll take it at your pace, since we’ve got all day.”[/smear:00ffff] The Chief was being unusually accommodating on the surface, but that was nothing more than the cover. Once Lee said he was ready to go, he was her bitch. She had every intention of pushing him to failure and beyond on every lift, and then she was going to literally run him ragged. If she wasn’t nice at the start, then there was no way Lee would appreciate her methods properly after all. But for the moment, whatever he needed, within reason, was offered to him.

[Lee Jensen]

Lees posture was unchanging. Hands placed behind his back, back straight and eyes forward. He looked straight at his Chief, wondering if she had done something to her hair. She looked different than the last time he had seen her. Regardless, he could tell by her voice that it was still her and so he remained at attention. Actually, even if it hadn't been Yoko he still would have given whoever it was the respect they deserved. But since it was Yoko, it meant Lee had to give her one-hundred and ten percent of his attention and respect. Her greeting to him, though, was a little odd. She seemed to be in a much...happier mood than the last they time they met. Or maybe she was just an early bird, the exact opposite of him.

Looking at her though, could Lee really be sure he was looking at the same woman? The last time they had seen each other she seemed...different. Lee remembered her having blonde hair, but now it was a rather strong shade of red. She seemed happier than the last time they met as well, considering how it was she greeted him, and even seemed to have made herself up. Lee noticed the lightest traces of makeup on her face, something that seemed absent when her hair was a different color. He also noticed something else but he kept himself from looking. If he was caught looking at his superiors chest and rump there would be problems.

Lee couldn't really get started, properly, in the mornings without his cup of coffee. He hadn't been able to afford any ground the last time he had gone shopping, so he was hoping that his new workplace would have provided their employees some complimentary caffeine. Whether or not that was true would not be answered for Lee, as he was now at the command of his Chief. It was then that Yoko began to ask him her questions about whether or not he had any sort of health conditions and allergies that could get in the way of whatever it was they were about to do. Lee thought for a second, trying to see if he could recall anything. "The medical records I provided for you and Uzaki-san should have said that I was completely clear of anything that could hold me back from doing my job." Lee answered.

The second part of her question, though, caught Lee's attention. Anything he needed before they got started? Did that mean he could ask any sort of question? For a moment, Lee decided it would be best if he was silent but there were just way too many things he wanted to know. "If you don't mind, Sir, I wanted to ask just a few questions before we get started. I'll limit then since there are just way too many of them." Lee looked away for a second; trying to figure out the best questions he wanted to ask. Well, he knew about two of them that were really tearing at his mind. "What, exactly, happened on that night eight days ago?" Lee asked, referring to the night that Yoko may or may not have saved his life.

He still remembered every detail perfectly. It had been a 211, something Lee had dealt with before. But arriving on the scene...he hadn't been prepared for that. It was some kid, some young thug who couldn't have been older than sixteen. When Lee and his partner arrived they had been greeted with the sight of a small dollar store on fire. The boy stood there, arms encased in fire. When Lee tried to move in to do...something, the boy had turned and chucked the fire at him. It had hit him, hard, and sent him flying backwards and through the window of a laundromat. It was only moments later when the same woman who shared the gym with him had arrived, though what happened next was lost due to Lee blacking out.

That was what Lee was referring to when he mentioned that night. He would give time for Yoko to answer before he opened his mouth again. "I also want to ask...how come you.." He question suddenly got caught in his throat. He questioned whether or not to ask it. He could come off as ungrateful, have it taken away. The entire reason he joined Uzaki was so that he could pay off his loans. But now they were all gone, at the snap of a finger by the woman who stood in front of him. He lowered his gaze for a moment before speaking again. "Never mind, it isn't important, Sir."

He was quiet while she explained a bit about what it was they were going to be doing today. Standard exercise? Or maybe it was to see just how strong Lee actually was? Regardless, there was something Lee needed to take care of before he got around to working out. Looking past Yoko, Lee spotted the changing room. "If you don't mind, Sir, but I'd like to change out of my uniform before we get started. I'd rather not get it dirty." Lee stated, leaving for the changing room once he had been given position. Once the doors had shut...he sighed. Rubbing a hand against his eyes he made his way through the room before sitting down on one of the benches in front of a series of lockers.

What in the world was this company? Lee had been hired on as a security guard, but now the same woman who hired him wanted him to work out with her? Or just for him to work out and she watch? Regardless, Lee just needed a moment to process what was going on. What sort of place was he even working for at this point? First day on the job...ah well it was better to just do it than complain. And besides, it wasn't like it was some hog screaming at him. Yoko wasn't a bad looking woman, so many it wouldn't be so bad working with her.

He found himself an empty locker and began to change, removing the upper layers of his suit and hanging it up neatly in the small container. He was happy he wore a light, gray, undershirt before leaving for work. He didn't have any extra pants he could wear, or shoes, but at least the suit part wouldn't be damaged or ruined. Hanging it and up and shutting the door, he sighed once more, resting his head against the cold metal and wondering, once again, if he had made the right decision with this. But he didn't have any time to simply stand around and contemplate, his boss was waiting for him.

Exiting the locker room, Lee approached Yoko and once again put his hands behind her back. "I'm sorry for the wait, Sir. I'm ready to begin whenever you want. But I do have one last question though..." It was something that had been on Lees mind. "I had forgotten to ask what would you prefer to be called by? Sir, Ma'am, Chief...Boss?" Lee asked. Considering the fact Yoko was a woman, there was the possibility that she would have preferred to be called something else other than Sir. It was simply a preference thing, one that Lee hoped to have not offended by him calling her sir so much.

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Well, that was a welcome change. Lee was actually willing to hold a conversation with her. Sure, it was stiff, and he was overly formal, but he wasn’t overly eager to hit things. That was a very welcome change from the usual. He sounded a bit tired still, but he had plenty to say. First, he confirmed the validity of his medical records. Yoko had read them of course, that was part of her job. That didn’t mean she believed them. Doctors weren’t always reliable or competent. She had wanted to hear that he was fit for duty from his own mouth first. If she hadn’t believed him, she would’ve sent him to get a full work-up from the staff doctor before he lifted a single dumbbell. However, he answered as if it were a stupidly obvious question, so she believed him on that one.

Though Lee had an answer or two, he was also chock full of questions. His first, understandably, was about the Fullbringer who had attacked him. Sadly, it wasn’t anything about the specific details. He wasn’t asking how strong the guy was, or whether Yoko had caught him. No, he was just asking what in the world had happened. It was a disappointment, but it appeared he was clueless. He didn’t even know what a Fullbringer was most likely. The Chief sighed audibly when she realized that much. [smear:0000ff]”That… will take a while to explain fully. Let’s get the rest of questions out of the way first.”[/smear:00ffff] She was going to have to explain everything to him. That would take more time than she had booked out the gym for.

His next question was aborted prematurely. He wanted to ask about something, but decided not to. It was probably either why she hired him, why she paid off his loan, or maybe why her hair had changed color since they'd last seen each other. Either way, if he wasn’t going to man up and ask the question, he wasn’t going to get an answer. He was at least able to ask permission to go get changed, which Yoko met with a nod of approval. She thought about his hesitation in the time he was gone. It was a problem. She couldn’t force him to trust her fully or open up completely on day one, but she couldn’t afford to let him hold back anything that could cause an issue either.

Lee offered an apology for the wait, but he had been quite prompt. On top of that, any bad marks he had earned so far were erased by his last question for that moment. "I had forgotten to ask what would you prefer to be called by? Sir, Ma'am, Chief...Boss?" Oh man, he had earned so many brownie points with that one. Not only was he respectful, but he actually took the effort to learn her preferences without being prompted. The surprise at that question was visible on Yoko’s face for only a moment, but he doubtless would’ve noticed it. [smear:00ffff]”Anything on the list but boss will do fine. Kazura’s the boss, not me. If we’re not on the battlefield, Yoko works just as well. Just because you work for me, doesn’t mean I want this to be some kind of stuffy forced thing. It’s easier to work together if we try to treat each other like people I figure.”[/smear:0000ff:1]

Once more, the Chief might have caught him a bit off guard with how nice she was acting, but that’s what happened when you showed her some respect. This kind of treatment was earned, and he already deserved it. That said, she was still Yoko, and she was still his employer. [smear:0000ff]”That said, two things. First, don’t hesitate to ask me questions, no matter how unimportant or stupid they might seem.”[/smear:00ffff:1] It was imperative in Yoko’s mind that Lee not feel any problems at all when it came to asking her questions. There was a great deal he was going to have to learn to do his job properly, and there was no doubt that several of his questions would feel stupid at first. He’d have to get over that sooner or later.

And then there was the elephant in the room. What had happened that night? Even beginning to explain it would take more time than she wanted, but she couldn’t exactly be blunt with that one. Okay, no, it was Yoko we were talking about. She was gonna be fairly blunt. [smear:0000ff]”Second, grab a coffee from the machine over there, and grab a seat. Explaining that incident will take a little bit, and you look like you could use a pre-workout boost.”[/smear:00ffff:1] Of course there was a coffee machine down here. It was Uzaki Enterprises, so they had everything. More importantly, it was Japan. Vending machines were absolutely everywhere. While Lee went off to grab a coffee, the Chief settled down at a small round table placed around the outer edge of the room.

As soon as they were both settled, she began her explanation. [smear:00ffff]”What you experienced was an encounter with a Fullbringer.”[/smear:0000ff:1] The Chief waited a moment before continuing. She judged his response to that last word carefully, but there was no sign of a reaction. Clearly, he didn’t recognize the word. [smear:00ffff]”Some humans are capable of far more than most will ever even imagine. There was no smoke, mirrors, or Hollywood trickery. That was real. He was a Fullbringer with Pyromancy.”[/smear:0000ff:1] Once again, the Chief paused to evaluate the responses that Lee gave her. This time, there was a noteworthy change in his expression. She wasn’t a pro at this, but it was fairly obvious that the new hire wasn’t ready to believe anything she was saying. That didn't matter much to her. She'd prove it all soon enough.

[smear:0000ff]”All the data we have on known Fullbringers, as well as the other powered races, is accessible from any device on our network that you're logged in to. I advise you to read it all.”[/smear:00ffff:1] While, for the time being, it was up to Lee as to whether or not he believed the Chief, it was clear that that had been an order. Her tone throughout this topic had been less cheery, and there was a very firm insistence that the new hire do his prep work. Still, she had a point to prove. The Chief was doing her best to stay humble, but sometimes showing off was the fastest way to get a message across. There simply wasn’t any avoiding it if she wanted to get around a lengthy debate.

The Chief stood up and walked over to the nearest deadlift platform. There was a bar loaded up for 225 pounds. It was by no means an inhuman feat to lift that much, unless you did it how she did. The Chief bent down and put her index finger beneath the exact center of the bar. Without a hint of effort or struggle, she stood back up and looked over towards the new hire. [smear:00ffff]”Whether you want to accept it or not, superhumans are real, and we’re just the tip of the iceberg.”[/smear:0000ff] As the last word left her mouth, the bar rolled off her index finger. All that weight fell back onto the platform with a nearly deafening thud. By that point, there shouldn’t be any doubt in Lee’s mind. He was working for a monster.

Despite that bombshell, they still had work to do. The Chief gave Lee as long as he needed to regain his composure. Once it looked like he was back in reality, she reminded him of what laid ahead. [smear:00ffff]”Now, unless you want to keep playing twenty questions, we’ve got exercise to do. Bench is up first.”[/smear:0000ff:1] She’d answer any more questions he felt like asking, but she had a feeling he was going to be quiet for a bit after all that. For the time being, she headed over to the nearest flat bench, looked down at her uniform, and rolled her eyes. Stupid skirt… Thankfully, she was wearing matching slacks underneath, and the skirt was a quick release type. She undid the clasp that held it up and moved into a straddling spotting position over the head-end of the bench. It was time to see what the new hire had in him.

[Lee Jensen]

So she was fine with whatever, so long as he did not refer to her as Boss, and even gave Lee permission to refer to her by her name when they were off the clock. That was fine, Lee could do that. But on the clock she was Sir or Ma'am, whichever of the two Lee decided to use. Lee couldn't help but notice the look of surprise on her face when he had asked what her preferences were. Was it that surprising a question? Or maybe people just didn't ever ask her...which was odd. It seemed like something everyone should have done. Regardless, it was out of the way now and Lee had his answers. Yoko pointed out that Lee was allowed to ask any questions he wanted, even if he thought they were stupid or pointless. He made another note of that, but remained quiet as she spoke.

It was then that Yoko mentioned the word coffee that there was finally a slight change of expression on Lees face. It seemed as if his eyes lit up for just a moment. She pointed out a vending machine that Lee had missed, something he hadn't considered actually being in a gym. Lee wandered towards the machine, pulling out his wallet once he arrived and checking to see if he even had any money left. He had just enough, put using it now would leave him dry until the next payday. Ah well, he needed coffee now not later. Pushing the coins in he hit a button, and a canned coffee fell through the machine into the trap below.

Returning to the table he popped the top and took a swig. Oh thank whatever god there is for the sweet taste of disgusting caffeine that was the flavor of coffee. Taking a seat across from Yoko, Lee took three gulps before placing the can down and returning his attention to his senior. She was going to explain to Lee what had happened those nights ago. What it was that he had seen and attacked him. Yoko began by stating that what Lee met was something called a Fullbringer, a word that Lee had never heard of until now. His brow tipped in slightly, displaying some confusion on his part but showing he was listening. He took another sip from his coffee as she talked.

Yoko began to talk about how some humans were different than others, and Lee had a feeling it was more than just white skin and black skin. How what Lee had seen wasn't no trick at all, but was somebody with pyromancy. Was she serious? Lee gave her a skeptical look, going over the scene in his head. The only reason he hadn't been seriously hurt was thanks to the protective vest he had been wearing. In all honesty, Lee had been trying to convince himself that he had been hit with some form of Molotov. But he had been skeptical of even that possibility. Things just hadn't made any sense at all.

Lee just took a sip from his drink once again, his eyes pulling away from Yoko as he processed what she had said. It was like after being told it was someone with superpowers, his first instinct was to call her crazy, but he didn't. There were some things in Karakura Town that...just didn't make much of any sense whatsoever. He had heard reports of unexplained occurrences happening in the town, monsters, and a ridiculous number of reports about ghosts. He was about to say something when Yoko stated that all information on them was public available to Lee through any terminal in the building, as well as information on other races. What did she mean by other races? Well, Lee was just going to have to find out wasn't he? When Yoko suddenly got up, Lees eyes immediately locked onto her once again as she made her way over to a deadlift platform. What was she about to do? Was she going to begin a workout of her own? No, she was going to do something else.

Lees eyes widened as he witnessed what Yoko had just done. There was no way that could...how heavy was the bar? Looking at the weights, Lee figured it must have weighed at least over two hundred pounds and Yoko was lifting it with a single finger. Like it weighed nothing at all! So...did this mean that Yoko was a superhuman as well? Lee blinked, looking back at her when she began speaking again and dropping the weight back down. It became apparent just what, exactly, he was working with here. So, he just sat there for a moment. He sighed, closing his eyes and raising the can to his mouth and taking a drink. He took a long drink, emptying it then putting it down and rubbing his eyes with his two fingers. "So...you're telling me Uzaki Enterprise is the Justice League or something?" He suddenly asked.

Maybe his question surprised Yoko, or maybe it was the fact that Lee wasn't freaking out like she might have imagined he would. He kept his eyes closed for a few moments, just trying to process what it was he had been told and shown. "If you don't mind me speaking freely, sir...it honestly makes sense. When I was on the force we got strange calls all the time. Things that didn't make any sense whatsoever. People saying they were seeing ghosts in their homes, monsters running around, or seeing people fighting in the air." Lee replied, opening his eyes with a sigh. "This town is something else..." He mumbled under his breath, before Yoko spoke again. Exercise time was it?

Lee got to his feet and made his way over, giving the bar a look over before beginning to apply his warm up weight. He hadn't used a bar in awhile, given the lack of time he often had to even work out. He applied thirty pounds to the bar, to give it about seventy pounds to work with. Sure, it was nothing compared to what Yoko could do...but hey Lee was a normal human after all. Laying down beneath the bar, Lee suddenly realized something. This was the first time he had a woman as a spotter. No, this wasn't some "women weaker than men" crap that Yoko proved to be absolutely false; it was the fact that Yoko came packed with accessories. Crap.

Lee had to be careful where it was his eyes went. The man was, unfortunately, prone to staring at things when he was focused on something. He had been seen looking at people before while he was deep in thought. If he was caught staring at Yokos chest, waist, or even her face it could make things awkward between the two. Screw it; he'd just close his eyes. Grabbing a hold of the bar he lifted it over restraints and got to work. Lee decided to go with his old warm up routine. Two sets of ten with a thirty second pause between the two. The familiar weight against his arms as he lifted and lowered the bar was welcomed, like an old friend, and was something the man was used too. He kept his eyes closed so he didn't accidently look somewhere he wasn't supposed to.

His warm up finished, Lee sat up and began to apply the real weight. He warmed up with seventy, and jumped it up to at least one hundred and eighty. That was the maximum weight he had ever reached before his time with the bar dwindled due to work and other workouts. The man assumed Yoko wanted him to see how many he could do in one set, since it seemed that this was just a test right now, to see how far he could go. He hoped he wouldn't disappoint. Lying back down beneath that bar, Lee looked up at Yoko for a moment before his eyes rested on the bar. He seemed perfectly calm, but right now his mind was dancing all over the place.

The revelation that superhumans were real, that the woman straddling the air over him was one of them, and that he seemed to be working for a company devoted to them was a little...much. He was doing a good job not freaking out, or over reacting, but he was still a little taken back by it all. He hadn't really noticed that he had already begun to lift, his mind still preoccupied with different thoughts. He had done nine lifts before he finally realized what it was he was doing. Lee decided it would be best if he focused on the task at hand rather than what Yoko had told him. He had his entire shift to think over what she had told him. Lee finished with twenty three lifts, having pushed himself on the last three as he sat up and breathed. He was breathing just slightly heavier than before, but not by too much. He may not have been the strongest person, but he was still rather athletic. Lifting wasn't going to exhaust him completely. "What's next, sir?"

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One thing was apparent above all else before Lee got over to the bench. It hadn’t clicked until some time later, but Lee had actually paid for the drink he got. Clearly, the idiots upstairs hadn’t done their job properly. She had told them all to give him his ID and phone as soon as he showed up, but they must not have done that. Oh well, she’d mention that to him later. It’s not like paying for a drink would make a dent in his salary, but just swiping his ID in front of the machine would’ve gotten him anything he wanted for free. Uzaki Enterprises valued employee wellbeing far more than a 140 yen can of coffee.

While Lee went through his warm up routine, the Chief pondered what he said. No, it wasn’t any of the important stuff that was on her mind. He had compared Uzaki Enterprises to the Justice League. Was that really what they were? I mean, kinda, maybe, somewh… they totally were! How had she not realized that sooner? They existed to keep people safe, most of them had a secret identity, the public would flip a shit if they realized that the spiritual part of Uzaki Enterprises existed, and they had Batman. Without a doubt, Uzaki Enterprises was pretty much a real life version of the Justice League… but who did that make Yoko.

…I’m Wonder Woman aren’t I?

It all made perfect sense. Batman, at least in some versions, had founded the Justice League. Kazura was basically IronBat…Man, and he had founded the spiritual division of Uzaki Enterprises. Marcus was basically Nightwing, so that was an easy one. Who did that make Kitai? Absolutely bonkers… but really strong… Solomon Grundy gone good maybe? Yoko was fairly obviously Wonder Woman. She had the physical ability to back it up, and she was the only woman who could actually go toe to toe with the big bads. And Wonder Woman totally had a thing for Bruce… but Bruce was always so wrapped up in what he was doing that he never reciprocated it. Yeah, it was pretty damn spot on.

There was something more interesting that he had mentioned though. Well, not really more interesting, but more important at least. He had mentioned that his work as a cop had gotten him all kinds of strange calls about monsters and ghosts. His lack of “that’s crazy” alongside mentioning those calls was good news. At the worst, it meant he had an open mind. At the best, it meant Karakura’s Police Department might be a hitherto unforeseen ally in the never ending fight to keep Karakura safe. Since he didn’t mention actually doing anything about those calls, it was unlikely they would be a strong ally, but perhaps Lee wasn’t the only useful member of the police after all.

Those thoughts kept her busy as Lee went through his first set of lifts. She only really paid attention once he got towards the end of the actual set. It was then that she realized his eyes had been closed the whole time. It wasn’t especially safe, but he hadn’t knocked himself in the head or anything, so he was probably fine. It didn’t take the Chief long to pick up on why his eyes were closed either. It wasn’t from strain. No, he was still holding back a bit. It was more that he didn’t want to look up at her. The spotting position for a bench press was a bit awkward, and the new hire seemed to have done all he could to minimize that.

Yoko had rather mixed feelings on this. On one hand, it seemed like she was attractive enough to actually distract him or making him feel embarrassed. That was certainly good for her confidence on that topic. Then there was the other side of things. If Lee was the type to close his eyes while doing something dangerous, just because of a little embarrassment, she’d need to iron that habit out of him. Yoko didn’t have a Gray Fullbuster tier stripping habit or anything, but “modesty” wasn’t really in her vocabulary. She was the Chief first and foremost. If her uniform was on fire and she couldn’t quickly put it out, then her uniform would get removed. Pragmatism ranked far above antiquated ideas about decency in her book.

None of that got mentioned to Lee though. There were more important things to discuss, and plenty of time to do that in. They still had several lifts to get through, and then the 5k. As they progressed through squats, deadlifts, overhead press, and rows, Yoko touched on quite a few topics. [smear:00ffff]”When we’re done here, don’t forget to grab your ID from your desk upstairs. You need it for everything around here, including free coffee. The guys were supposed to give it to you earlier, but I guess they didn’t since I saw you grab your wallet earlier.”[/smear:0000ff:1] She was very matter of fact about the whole thing. She didn’t know just how broke Lee was before coming to Uzaki Enterprises, so she didn’t realize how much 140 yen could have upset his budget.

That was pretty much it for the serious part though. For the rest of the time, Yoko was a bit more relaxed, and talked about things more like she would with a friend. The gym did that to her, as did Lee’s respect for her. Working with him just felt right, and that caused her to speak more freely than she did with others. [smear:0000ff]”Oh, and that quip about the Justice League was a decent analogy actually, but we’re probably a little closer to the X-men. We do a lot of good, but calling us actual heroes would be a stretch. Most people don’t know that this side of the business even exists.”[/smear:00ffff]

Eventually, the two finished up all the basics. She’d put Lee through quite a bit of hard work right off the bat, but they still had the space for quite awhile. She wanted him to be decently close to 100% for the big finale, so she decided a break was in order first. After Lee had finished up his 5k, which wasn’t at that bad of a pace for someone who had just done a ton of lifts, she tossed a towel and a Gatorade at him. It was underhand though, she wasn’t trying to kill him. Hopefully, the sports drink coupled with a bit of time to sit back would get him ready for the last thing she had planned.

[smear:00ffff]”Let’s take a bit of a break now that that’s all set. Take it easy for a little bit, and let me know if you have any more questions. This is as good a time as any.”[/smear:0000ff] Maybe it was something about him, or maybe she was just in a good mood, but she hadn’t been nearly as hard on Lee as she had on a lot of the other New Hires. Back in the deepest corner of her mind, a little voice made a snide remark about him being an “acceptable male specimen.” She chose to ignore that, and concluded her treatment was appropriate for a normal human. If she put him through the same introduction that she gave to a half-demon, he’d probably wind up dead. What’s done was done though, and now she just had to wait. With a motion towards the boxing ring, she explained the last part of their agenda for the morning. [smear:0000ff:1]”Whenever you’re ready, and good on Q&A, lets’ go see if you know how to throw a punch.”[/smear:00ffff:1]

[Lee Jensen]

When was the last time that Lee had worked out to such a degree? The things that Yoko had him do were things that he had not done in quite a long time. The physical strain of the work out had finally began to hit him by the end of Yokos training. He was quiet while he worked, listening to what she had to say regarding his missing ID card and Uzaki being much closer to the Xmen instead of the Justice League. He wasn't really putting much thought into that last bit, but the former had caught his attention. Yoko had mentioned that if he had his ID card then he would be able to get anything? Did that mean that he was able to purchase things straight from his paycheck total? He would have to see.

At some point the work outs finally ended, and Lee found himself panting for breath as he rested on a bench. He wasn't dead exhausted, but he was out of breath. There was only so far someone like him was able to go, even if he was in shape. He wasn't superhuman like the woman who shared the gym with him apparently was. In fact, that was still fresh on Lees mind. As he worked out he was wondering how he looked to her. He wondered what sort of things Yoko did to make herself so powerful, and how to maintain that strength. He wasn't too worried about it though, as he caught the gatorade she tossed and let the towel simply land on his head.

Reaching up he began to rub around, collecting whatever sweat had formed on his head during his exercise routines. Uncovering his face, but keeping the towel on top of his head, he opened up the provided drink and took a swig. Much more flavor than his coffee from earlier had, and the chilling temperature meant he could feel it travel down his throat and refresh his insides. "Thanks.." He replied, pulling the bottle from his lips. He appreciated the moment to rest, to simply sit here and let a few things process.

Perhaps Yoko had noticed it while she watched Lee exercise. Even as he toiled away through the physical labor, his mind never once seemed to actually be there. He had been distracted by something in his head, causing him to zone out while he worked. This was to be expected, though. He was still working through the fact that freaking superhumans were a thing! And that he was sharing a gym with someone who could probably make Eddie Hall look like nothing. There was also the fact he had been attacked by one of these superhumans, Fullbrings was the word, and was still alive. It was just...a bit much to take in.

Lee sat quietly, rubbing the towel on his head as he distracted himself with his thoughts. He wasn't anxious to get in the ring with Yoko, in fact he was rather against it. He saw what she could do with a single finger. He knew she wasn't going to be using her full strength, he would have been an idiot to think otherwise, but the thought was still nerve racking. One little slip up and he might be sent to the ER, or sent to join his Grandmother in Heaven. But, maybe he could buy himself some time to calm down and accept his fate.

"So, if you don't mind me asking, does the rest of the security force know about this whole...Fullbringer thing or is it just me?" Lee asked, opening his storm grey eyes and looking over at his superior. A thought then came to his head with a question following right after it. But he wasn't sure if he should ask it or not. Ah well, he decided to ask it anyways. "If you have public information on these sort of people, then does that mean they're more Fullbringers working in Uzaki Enterprise? What about Uzaki-san, is he one t-" Lee stopped himself.

His voice had broken that calm demeanor it had until then, beginning to become rather excited. His voice would have given away disbelief and nervousness if he had continued talking, so he took a minute to calm himself. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get so excited. It's...just...this is..." Lee was actually having a bit trouble trying to find the words he was trying to use. Trying to maintain the image of professionalism while that human part of him was trying to break out and throw a million questions at Yoko was a tad bit difficult. "...a little much, you know.

People are told all their lives that things like superpowers and heroes are just the works of fiction, like aliens and bigfoot. But being told that all that social programming is wrong and...people with gifts like fire bending and super strength are real is just....a little hard to swallow at the moment, so I might be a bit distracted from what I'm doing at the moment." Lee explained, lowering his head before lowering the towel off his head. He wasn't sure why he was explaining himself to Yoko like he had done something wrong, but it was best that he let how he felt out right now. Besides, this was what Yoko wanted. She wanted Lee to talk to her like he trusted her.

Lee was silent for a moment before he let out a sigh. "I'm sorry...what I am trying to ask is what it is that this place really is. You hired me to protect it, after all, so I do want to know what it is I am guarding and who it is I am guarding it from. I want to know if I should be expecting to be attacked by superhumans." Lee asked, closing his eyes again in a manner very similar to someone else. Actually, if Yoko looked hard enough she might even see the family resemblance between him and someone she might have wanted to forget about. Of course she wouldn't know who her brother was just from looking at Lee, but maybe she would have gotten a familiar feeling from him.

Regardless, the man was quiet while he waited for Yoko to either answer or just ignore his question and rambling. Taking another sip of the gatorade Lee wondered if this was the right decision after all. What if he had said no and remained with the department. What if his life had remained on its normal course. A life swallowed by debt...but with the pay off of feeling like he was doing the right thing. Had Lee really made the best decision leaving the force and joining...this? He wasn't sure that someone like him, someone normal, was the best person for this job. Ah well, he needed to see how things went beyond just one day. Besides, the people didn't seem that bad. Even if she could break every bone in his body with a single slap, Yoko wasn't a bad person. She was...enjoyable to work with.