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The doors of the elevator close and Achilles steps closer to the mirror while fixing his hair by running his fingers through his now slightly shorter, shoulder-length blond hair. He prefers to wear his hair longer, but his job doesn't allow it. Being a spy, his appearance doesn't have to give him away.
The bigwigs of the 'Achaeans' will probably be jumping of joy, because Achilles was finally able to accept the job offer. His parents were hesitant about it, but in the end, after seeing how insistent they were, wishing for him to join their spionage company, Achilles decided to go for it.
The elevator dinged and he stepped out. The inside of the building per se was somewhat similar to a hospital but way more fancy, completely fooling you from the first impression you get from the outside of the building.
At the end of the corridor, there was a closed grey door, slightly bigger than the other ones Achilles had seen before. He walks closer and knocks at the door thrice with a longer pause on the second one. That's how the email indicated him to knock.
“Come in” A voice comes from inside.
When Achilles opens the door, he's greeted by the sight of two men sitting at a large desk. One had ginger hair, half of the short hair pulled back into a small ponytail and a slightly friendlier expression on his face than the other men, with black hair, reaching his shoulders and a permanent frown on his eyebrows. Both men had beards and they looked similar. It wouldn't be surprising if they turn out to be brothers.
“Welcome, Achilles. Have a seat” The black haired man says with a small nod, expression neutral although Achilles could sense a tad of hostility.
“We are so glad that you accepted our offer to join us in our cause. We heard a lot of things about you.” The ginger one says once Achilles took a seat and extended his hand to shake Achilles'. “Menelaus. It's a pleasure”
“The pleasure is mine” Achilles gives him a nod as he returns the handshake.
“So we heard you are Peleus and Thetis’ son. Pretty wealthy, considering their job as part time spies and always in the shadows. And trained by Chiron too?” The other man besides Menelaus says as he checks some files.
“Agamemnon and I believe you have some worthy talent and you would be of great help to us. Are you good with working with other people, Achilles?” Menelaus asks as he takes the files from Agamemnon and closes them.
Achilles doesn't hesitate to answer. He considers himself charming and easy going, he really doubts he'll have any problem working with other people. “I consider myself pretty sociable, I can work well with people.”
“Great. Then follow us, please.” Agamemnon says as he stands up.
Okay maybe Achilles shouldn't have trusted himself so much with saying that he can get along with everyone pretty well after the look the guy he was assigned to work with shot him when Menelaus explained the new groups and the new missions they will be assigned at.
Apparently, Achilles has been initially assigned in the Surveillance department, which would be responsible for physical surveillance, both overt and covert, including surveillance of individuals, locations, and objects. But now the brothers are considering including Achilles in the Social Engineering or Access Control if everything goes to plan. But overall, if someone has to retrieve something or in the worst cases, get into a fight, that must be Achilles.
But in order to contrast the qualities of the other agents and get the best result possible, they look at their qualities and assign them to someone from another department so they can cooperate. In this case, he was assigned to work with a guy named Patroclus. Patroclus belongs to the Cyber Intelligence department but sometimes he's assigned to the Surveillance department when they're short of staff, you can see why they were matched together. And it seems like Patroclus isn't exactly thrilled about that. Even if he didn't react very notoriously, Patroclus glanced at Achilles when their names were said and gave an once-over and turned around, but his body language kind of betrayed him. And not in a good sense. More in the 'I don't like you' sense.
Well, how nice. It doesn't matter, they'll figure things out, right?
Maybe he can sweet talk him a bit and boom, that frown will turn upside down.
Easy.
“Hey, Patroclus, right?” Achilles casually says as he leans against the lockers where Patroclus is currently standing, retrieving his bag from his own locker.
Patroclus glances briefly at Achilles and stays quiet for a few seconds, grabbing more of his stuff before simply humming as an answer.
How talkative.
“Nice to meet you, new workmate” Achilles says with the most charming grin he can muster, now leaning on his side. He now has a better view of Patroclus and Achilles has to admit, he's very good-looking. “I'm sure we'll make a great team”
Patroclus looks, for a lack of better term, unimpressed. He closes the locker and locks it with a key before slinging his bag over his shoulder. “...Just don't mess things up, will you?”
I beg your finest pardon
“...sorry?” Achilles chuckles nervously, nor expecting that answer at all.
“Just because you got here via contacts and your mama and papa are Mr and Mrs fancy pants doesn't mean you'll ace everything, blondie. So you better stick to the plan and don't blow up our cover, got it?” Patroclus looks stoic with an underlying layer of way too many emotions hard to decipher. He corners Achilles into the lockers, and Achilles would honestly get lost in his eyes if his ego wasn't bruised. If only those looks added up to his attitude. Jeez.
When Achilles opens his mouth to answer, Patroclus walks back and leaves the locker room.
What an individual.
But Achilles is no one to back down from a challenge. He can't be petty and ruin everything up because if they don't get caught and have a bullet through their skull, the company will certainly do that too. So instead, he will show Patroclus of what a good spy he is.
So, buckle up, Patroclus. It's showtime.