Recruitment Pt.1 (Retirement Announcement)

Geneva, Switzerland

United Nations Headquarters

30 days after Mai's service files go public

2:50 PM


"I, Noah Benett, do solemnly swear to uphold my duty not only to a nation, but to the world and the continuation of life, against all enemies of this realm and beyond who would seek to destroy this planet and its inhabitants." He stands at the center of a large room meant for hundreds, but only has fifteen seated. Everyone is dressed in suits and ties as they look at the British male take his oath. At each table that seats a person is the flag of the country they represent. United States, United Kingdom, Germany, China, Russia, France, Vietnam, Belgium, Dominican Republic, South Africa, Estonia, Indonesia, Niger, Saint Vincent, and Tunisia. All gathered to see the first members of their new security force sworn in.

All members of the Security Council exchange looks for confirmation for a moment before the UK chairman addresses Noah. "Very good, Mr. Benett. From this point on you are retired from combat until called upon. Welcome to the I.S.T. Any questions for us?"

"Yes, Mr. President."

"Go ahead."

"It was unclear on who I could recruit for the other seven members. What are my limitations?"

"There are only two." Russia's chairwoman responds. "They must be of this realm. Any beings not of this realm are likely not to care for the outcome of this world. This is non-negotiable. We'd also recommend that any members recruited into your team come from countries that are part of the United Nations. This is negotiable."

"Any combat requirements?"

"нет" She responds again. "We trust a warrior of your status to properly assess your teammates before recommending them for the position."

"And the pay? Is this only when I'm activated?"

"No." The U.S. chairman answers. "The United Nations has agreed to hold each member's country accountable for two monthly payments. In your case, Mr. Benett, you'd receive- let's see here... A monthly income of sixty-thousand pounds. Then an additional ten-thousand for your administrative work, and another ten-thousand for your command status. That's a monthly payment of eighty-thousand pounds."

"Administrative work?"

"Yes, we'll give you the packet before you leave today. We expect updates on your team members, as well as monthly physical exams, unit cohesion tests, so on and so on. Again, all of this will be explained in the packet." The U.S. chairman finishes.

"Also, Mr. Benett, keep in mind you are a retired combatant. Any applications submitted by you for police work or military jobs will be denied on our order. We need you ready and available at any given moment. The fate of the world could rely on how fast you respond when called on. Any defiance on this matter and we will remove you from I.S.T."

"Understood, Mr. President."

"Any more questions?"

"No, Mr. President."

"Very well, this meeting is adjourned. Have a happy retirement, Mr. Benett."


3 weeks later...

Noah had some time to consider what he'd be doing for his so-called retirement. First, with money saved from his time in the SAS and MI6, he purchased a home in Cambridge, England. It's an area he's most familiar with, and hopefully, somewhere he can relax until he's activated. If he gets activated. The requirements for that to happen in this day and age seem most unlikely. He's also planning on opening his own gym in the city. Something he can occupy his time with, and also exert energy. Which is what he's doing right now.

His gym hasn't officially opened yet, so he's just out on a run through the city. Not that he needs to work out to keep his shape, but instead he needs to find a way to release energy. Any intense workout will work for him.

At this moment he's approaching his twentieth mile when his phone begins to ring through his Bluetooth headphones. He stops at an intersection and answers the call.


"Hi, can I speak to Noah Benett?" A woman's voice comes through his headphones. If he has to guess, he'd say she has a German accent.

"This is him."

"Hello, Mr. Benett, I'm with the K.S.K. I'm calling to inform you that we've found the person you've requested. He's here in Germany. City of Frankfurt. I'll send you the exact coordinates."

"Thank you- Hello?" His music resumes on his headphones after she hangs up. He looks around for a second as he ponders what his next move is going to be. Suppose it should be buying a plane ticket to Germany. After a few moments, he resumes his run. Just another ten miles.


To be continued...




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  • This was a lovely closing piece -- can't wait to read the rest. I know that we have not spoken or written threads with one another; however I do but wish you the very best with your continuated writing endeavors.

    Your talent will certainly be missed at wrealms :)

    • Thank you! Don't worry you'll still have a chance once the new characters are up. I'm here for just a few more months.

  • Good morning! I wanted to say a few things before you go onto reading this story. First, I want to thank everyone who has written a story with me from 2004 to now. You are all some of the best people I've known in my life, and writing with you has always been a sure way to make me happy. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. If you haven't guessed it by now, or assumed as much with my absence, I'm going to be retiring from roleplay soon. I want to focus my writing on books more than anything right now, but I'm not quite done here. There are two more characters I want to flesh out before I leave. So I have a good two months left in me, maybe more maybe less, before I leave for good. As of right now Mitchel "Wrath" Blade and Maigra "Mai" Laine are permanently retired. I'll begin setting up the two new characters this weekend and opening a few short-term threads. There will also be a few mentions on these pages for those who played a major role in the development of the Warlords. Enjoy!

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