Chapter 11: Initiation
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Caleb had never imagined he'd one day live in a place with actual security defenses. For a street orphan who had spent his entire life pinching pennies in cramped rental boxes, even a studio with functioning heat felt like luxury. But this? This was something else entirely.
After finishing his final night shift at the Quick-Stop—he had resigned via email, citing "family emergency"—Caleb returned to his apartment one last time. He showered quickly, scrubbing the grime and fear from his skin, and packed a single backpack with essentials: a change of clothes, his cheap phone, and the cracked photo of the orphanage that he kept hidden under his mattress.
He didn't pack sentiment. Sentiment was a liability now.
Following the address embossed on the business card Jinx had given him, Caleb found himself standing outside what appeared to be an abandoned ruin on the outskirts of Bastion City. The "Old District Heritage Site," according to the faded municipal sign.
"This is the Special Group headquarters?" Caleb muttered, staring at the crumbling façade. "It looks like a condemned school."
The building was a skeletal wreck. Broken windows gaped like hollow eyes, graffiti stained the walls, and weeds had reclaimed the cracked courtyard. A chain-link fence surrounded the property, rusted and sagging.
"There's no way anyone works here," Caleb said aloud. "Did Jinx give me a fake address?"
Beep. Beep. Beep.
A high-pitched electronic tone pierced the silence. Caleb flinched, spinning around, but saw no source.
Suddenly, the air in front of him rippled, like heat distortion over asphalt. A vertical seam appeared in reality itself, glowing faintly blue.
The seam expanded into a doorway.
"What the—"
Jinx stepped through the portal, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Took you long enough, Wolf-Boy. Were you waiting for an engraved invitation?"
Caleb gaped. "You just... walked through air."
"It's called a Barrier," Jinx explained, stepping aside and gesturing for him to enter. "From the outside, this place looks abandoned. But inside? Five-star accommodations. Well, three-star. Maybe two and a half."
Caleb hesitated. Once he stepped through that door, there was no going back. His civilian life would be officially over.
"Are you coming or not?" Jinx asked, popping a fresh piece of gum. "The door doesn't stay open forever. And if you chicken out now, the Wolves will find you by sunset."
Caleb exhaled slowly, then stepped through.
The transition was instantaneous and disorienting. One moment, he was standing in a decrepit ruin. The next, he was in a sleek, modern compound.
The interior was a stark contrast to the exterior. Clean white walls, polished floors, holographic displays flickering with data streams. Personnel in tactical uniforms moved with purpose through wide corridors. The hum of advanced machinery thrummed beneath his feet.
"Welcome to Fort Bastion," Jinx announced, spreading her arms theatrically. "Home of the Special Group, Sector 7, Monster Extermination Division."
Caleb turned around, looking back through the doorway. From this side, he could still see the abandoned courtyard—joggers passing by, oblivious to the fortress hidden in plain sight.
"Optical camouflage," Jinx said, tapping the doorframe. "The Barrier projects a false image to the outside world. It's also a kinetic shield. Nothing gets in or out without clearance."
"How much did this cost?" Caleb whispered.
"More than your entire bloodline is worth," Jinx laughed. "Come on, let's get you processed."
She led him through a labyrinth of corridors until they reached a briefing room. Inside, Scarlett Moon sat at a conference table, flanked by Aoki and two other operatives Caleb didn't recognize.
"Caleb Vance," Scarlett greeted him, her voice professional. "Welcome to the Special Group. You're now officially a probationary agent, classification: E-Rank Threat Response."
"E-Rank?" Caleb frowned.
"Don't take it personally," Aoki said. "Everyone starts at E. You'll climb the ranks... or die trying."
"Comforting," Caleb muttered.
Scarlett slid a tablet across the table. "Your contract. Read it carefully. You're entitled to housing, medical care, and a monthly stipend. In exchange, you respond to supernatural threats as directed."
Caleb scanned the document. The pay was more than he'd made in six months of part-time work.
"Where do I sign?"
Training Facility - Sublevel 3
"Alright, rookie," Jinx said, cracking her knuckles. "Time to see what you're made of."
They stood in a massive underground arena. The floor was reinforced steel, scarred with blast marks. The walls were lined with observation windows.
"This is a Hatching Chamber," Jinx explained. "It simulates combat conditions and monitors your vitals in real-time. We use it to measure combat efficiency."
Caleb looked around nervously. "What am I fighting?"
"Me."
Before he could react, Jinx blurred. She crossed the twenty-foot gap in a blink, her fist aimed at his solar plexus.
Caleb's instincts kicked in. He twisted, the punch grazing his ribs instead of shattering them. He stumbled back, gasping.
"Too slow!" Jinx sang, spinning into a roundhouse kick.
Caleb raised his arm to block. The impact felt like being hit by a steel bat. He slid backward, his sneakers screeching.
"Transform, i***t!" Jinx shouted. "Or do you plan to fight monsters with your bare hands?"
Caleb gritted his teeth. Wolf Mode.
His left arm exploded into fur and claw. He dropped low and lunged, swiping at Jinx's legs.
She backflipped, landing on a steel beam overhead. "Better! But predictable!"
The spar continued for thirty brutal minutes. By the end, Caleb was on his knees, panting, covered in bruises.
Jinx stood over him, barely winded. "You're weak, Caleb. Not weak for a civilian. Weak for this world. If you want to survive, you need to get stronger. Fast."
Caleb looked up, his eyes burning with determination despite the pain.
"Then train me."
Jinx smiled. "That's the spirit."
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