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There was new blood in the building. Rut hadn’t been given many details about the couple they had retrieved, but he knew he’d be meeting them independently that day. A married couple, with unique abilities. While they would have been equally as useful if they weren’t, if they had generic strength or speed, unique abilities gave you a higher station within the organization. Rut was incredibly aware of this. He had been responsible for people’s promotions and status changes in more than one case. He believed in elevating those who were better than others.
Granted, he didn’t think poorly of the others. He just felt that those who were truly special, special like him, should be recognized for what they were. Gifted. Incredible. Powerful. So hearing that there were two newcomers and that they both had unique powers, really caught his attention. As assistant director, Rut had a special duty to these metas.
He was seated at his desk in his office, budgeting for the upcoming shipments, when a knock sounded at his door. He looked up from his paperwork, his dark blue eyes flashing as he took in Smokey Quartz, one of his Directors, standing alongside a man he didn’t recognize. So this must have been the husband.
He was… plain. Dark hair and green eyes and a simple face. A colored button-down with a neatly pressed collar, clean and relatively nice blue jeans, and loafers. His clothes were clean and orderly, and could easily have passed for business casual. Rut liked that. Another orderly and organized person would be a blessing in this disaster of a base. Smokey took a few steps into the office and gestured toward Rut, whose eyebrow quirked up.
“And this is Rut. He’s our Assistant Director, and he’s been here longer than almost everyone. He manages a lot of our day-to-day operations so that Ame and I can handle the bigger things and deal with bureaucratic garbage. If you need anything, he will always know where you can get it.”
Rut stood from his desk, straightening his simple goldenrod sweater and his dark-washed jeans. He reached out a hand across the desk, offering it to the new guy. “Rutilated Quartz, at your service.”
He had a thin accent, something that sounded faintly East Coast, but couldn’t quite be placed. Like he’d been working on getting rid of the accent for a while. “You can just call me Rut. Have you been assigned a name yet?”