Veronica leads Xane and me into the meeting room where about two hands full of people are sitting and waiting for us. “Malachi, we would like to introduce you to the team and to our mission as a team,” Veronica tells me.
“As a team,” Victor says. “Our mission is to help as many people as possible. For the most part, that will be done through following your guidance in who needs help. However, we would also like to help those who need a special kind of help. We have connections with the police and fire departments for Las Angeles and San Antonio, the Defense Intelligence Agency, the National Security Agency, the Central Intelligence Agency, and the Federal Bureau of Investigation. We are a new and technically unofficial group known as the Psychological Security Agency. Our job is to protect the mental and emotional health of the nation. As we become familiar with our job, we will only take on cases that you feel out or that one of the other agencies requests us to assist with. Now, unless you have any questions, comments, or concerns, I’d like to introduce you to the team.”
I shake my head, so a guy with warm brown skin, thick black glasses, and straight dark brown hair stands up and walks over to a high-tech glass board with flashing lights on it. “Every team is like a body,” he starts. “And each body has many that work together to allow it to function. My name is Keene Joly and I am the brains of our body. I work on and create the technology we need to proficiently do what we need to do.”
“My name is Leila Weston,” a woman with light brown hair and hazel eyes says standing up. “I am the heart of operation. I keep everyone in style so that they look right for their role and so that K.J.’s gadgets can fit into the outfits we all wear. Most importantly though, I help make sure everyone stays confident, because style doesn’t really matter if you’re not beautiful on the inside.”
“And I’m the lungs,” a young male who also has light brown hair and hazel eyes says. “As the doctor, I keep everyone alive and well. My name is Jason Alberts.”
“I’m the spine and my name is Courtney Chex,” a dark-haired girl with brown eyes says. “I’m your personal trainer.”
“We’re Andrea and Andrew Falkner,” a tall, dark-skinned woman says. “And we’re the arms and legs.”
The burly dark-skinned man behind her says, “We’re the security and body guards for every mission.”
“I’m the kidneys and liver,” Victor says. “I keep morale up and make sure that only the best of the best work with us, because if you’re not sincere and helpful in what you do here, then you don’t belong here.”
“I’m the hands and feet,” Veronica says. “Because I’m the leader who guides everyone.”
“And I’m the nose,” Xane says.
“Because he knows everything,” Keene jokes.
Xane laughs, “Because I remember everything and scent is the sense most closely associated with memory.”
“By ourselves, we could still fulfill any mission any of the other agencies give us, but we’ll mostly just go through the motions. Without you, we’re kind of just an animal. We don’t know why we do what we do, we just do it because we’re told to do it. With you though, we have a reason and purpose. We know who to help and why we help them. That’s why you’re the soul of our operation.” I smile, flattered to play such an important role in such an important organization.
“Now,” Victor says. “All we need is eyes.”
“We’ll find someone,” Veronica assures him.
“What will our eyes do,” I ask curiously.
“No matter what the other body parts are doing or saying, the eyes always see the best in everyone no matter what,” Leila answers in awe.
“But the eyes are also willing to call us out on our crap if it gets bad enough for us to start behaving differently than our best,” Andrew adds.
I consider this for a moment. “I know who is supposed to be our eyes,” I tell everyone.