Lisa A light breeze shifted through the air. 'Great,' the girl though, 'just what I need right now.' To most people the breeze would mean nothing, a slight change in the weather, no cause for concern. Most people are wrong. This, to people who know the signs, was a summons. Something the girl was hoping to avoid. As she packed away her notebook and made her way out of the park, her thoughts turned to all the possible reasons for the summons; was it that rouge agent she let escape in February? Or even the agent she assumed was rouge, and killed, only to be then be told that the agent was on a special assignment? The girl didn't know. Calling her a girl, however, is a bit unfair. But at just over 5ft 2 Lisa was often mistaken for an innocent girl. The truth was Lisa was anything but innocent. At 16 Lisa was the youngest recruit ever to the Dammed, and the one with the most to prove. The first year was hard, she only just managed to pass the training, and with all the mistakes that followed she was surprised she hadn't been Wiped already. Turning the corner in the lane which lead to the Dammed HQ, Lisa double checked her weapons and straighter her hair. Not that it mattered much the council had decided what to do with her. Feeling smaller that normal, Lisa entered the grand building, with high ceilings and large oak doors. The receptionist lead Lisa to the first door on the left and gave her a little shove through. The door clucked behind her, confirming Lisa's worst fears. "Hello Lisa. Would you like to take a seat?" A light breeze shifted through the air. A girl was sat on a park bench by herself, notebook open in her lap. A sad smile tinged with confusion flittered across her mouth as she glanced towards a grand building in the distance.