Bruce laid on his favourite sofa somewhere within the centre of SACRUS's headquarters, oblivious to the number of students and trainees running around trying to get to their classes. It had been a week since the senior students had their exams, and today was the day they would get their certificates to officially become agents within the organization - one of them, a prodigy by the name of Alex, if Bruce's memory served him right, had replaced the ninth member of the top thirteen; he could already see the smug grin on the kid's face as he got his tattoo - everyone he knew in the thirteen always had that smug grin, hell he even had it. Poor IX, Bruce thought as he laid there with his eyes closed. I actually liked that guy, sad he had to get pulled down. "Oi," a gruff voice said behind him. "Shouldn't you be doing something?" "Depends," Bruce responded lazily, his eyes still closed. "Who are you?" "It's Tom," the older man growled. Tom; Bruce recalled he was recently voted to be on the SACRUS high council -- a group consisting of three veteran modifers that regulated everything within the organization, and used the 13 as their errand boys. "Oh. You. Am I supposed to be doing something for you?" He felt a sudden force and the next thing he knew he was flying across the hall and before he could do anything about it he smashed through a pillar and landed hard on the marble floor and continued into a roll before stopping among a heap of rubble and dust. Bruce groaning and coughing, stood up and wiped the sleep from his eyes, the students, who were rushing only moments before, were now frozen in place watching the commotion in mixed shock and interest. "What was that for? I just asked a question." "I swear, how you even became part of the thirteen, I'll never understand. Your father was an amazing member, he led the thirteen as a kid, you're a bloody adult who can't get off his ass! It seems the apple fell far from the tree." "Didn't you hear? The apple didn't drop, it was picked from the tree and thrown," Bruce said with a lazy smile, dusting himself off. "Your gettin' a new partner. Winter Drake. You were supposed to fill in the paper-work two hours ago!" Bruce stopped dusting himself and looked at his superior with mild shock. He knew Winter, everyone knew Winter! Was this some sort of punishment for his excessive laziness within the organization, he couldn't help but wonder. Getting teamed up with Winter was no better than a death sentence, all of her partners ended up dead. "Really? Ah well, fine," Bruce shrugged and began walking back to his sofa. "When you see her tell her to bring the paper-work over, I'll sign them then." He heard a colourful curse directed at him as he closed his eyes once again.