Jakob pov
Jakob woke up to something licking his face. Slowly opening his eyes, he turned and saw his wolf pup , Gray , inches away from his face, smiling dumbly. "Okay okay bud I'm up" Jakob said sitting up and walking towards his kitchen, before getting putting on a pot of coffee and setting a bowl of wet dog food for Gray. Suddenly he heard a ringing and followed it to find a flip phone with a bizarre biohazard design on it to be the culprit. Slowly, he reached for it and answered " hello?" He said in a cautious voice. " Ah hello, you must be Jakob." A male voice said from the other end " how the hell do you know me and how did you get a phone in my house?" Jakob said, a bit annoyed at the smug tone of the person he was talking to. " yes we'll that is the million dollar question. But before I answer, would you kindly hold your questions till you arrive" the voice said in a patient and calm tone before hanging up. "Well that was rude." Jakob said before getting dressed, putting on jeans, Black and orange sketchers, a cat skull shirt and his black aviator jacket. As he finished getting readying he heard the flip phone ringing. Picking it up, he quickly answered " so do you have a address I can go to or —"no , no nothing like that" the voice from before said " just try not to puke" with that the voice hung up and the phone along with Jakob started to glow " Holy shii
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The ARC
" iit!" Jakob materialized on a platform in the middle of a large room with high ceiling, a computer set up on one wall, hallways leading off to the other parts of the building on the other. " Hey mate glad you could make it" Jakob turns around and sees Conner walking towards him. He steps off the platform and is immediately overcome by a wave of nausea, causing him to double over " careful not to hurl on the floor or I'll have you cleaning it up" Jakob quickly composed himself and looked up to see an older man of average height, in an expensive suit, his hair perfectly combed, his shoes polished. Despite his age, something in back of Jakob's head was telling him not to mess with this guy. The man careful strolled from the balcony where he was standing down a set of stairs to stand in front of Jakob. " James Lester, ARC political liaison and you must be" " Jakob Messer" Lester suddenly shot him a look and the entire room seemed to drop a couple degrees " Rule number one: never. Interrupt. Me. As I was saying. You must be Jakob Messer, graduated high school at 16, 10 years raising and handling various farm animals. 7 years kung fu. Currently enrolled in the Paleontology course at the local university. Now did I leave anything out?"
Jakob was awestruck. "How long have you been watching me?" Lester laughed " since your little stunt yesterday. Our team is the best there is at digging up data. I'll put it to you straight. 10 years ago the phenomenon known as anomalies suddenly began to reappear on mass. And now their happening again. And since Conner and Becker have personal lives they can't be muddying up, the obvious choice was to have them pick and train a group of new protégé to handle the threat. Now Mr. Temple, would you please"
With that he stepped aside, as Conner toon the floor. " well Jakob, just as you were chosen for ability to think on your feet and knowledge of prehistory, these people the best in their fields. First up is our tech operator, Rebecca Lancer." At this the chair by the wall of computer monitors to reveal an African American girl, early 20's, wearing fishnet gloves, spiked bracelets, pink and black striped shorts, black stocking, black combat boots, and a Sex Pistols t-shirt. " so your the idiot that made all our security team look like chumps? Impressive"
She said cracking a bubble of gum in her mouth
" and then there is our combat specialist Marcus Cain" Conner continues waving his arm towards a door as a tall man, late 20's, wearing black camo, walked through the door. He stood rigid, his black hair cut to regulation length. Becker walked up to him and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. " at ease soldier" Becker says as Marcus relaxes "pleasure to meet you" Marcus says shaking Jakobs hand. Lester then walks to the center of the room " As of now you 3 are our first line of defense. All resources of ARC will be at your disposal. I now dub your squadron, Primeval

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