Out past the passenger side window of the car he sat in, Archer could see snapshots of day-to-day life in City 31, the familiar outlines of Human men, women and children of every Old World nationality he could think of blurred together along with the more alien hybrids, their pallid skin and knobby, ridged foreheads distinguishing them as having at least some Alien DNA, and not to exclude the wholesale aliens, there were the tall and lithe Sectoids, the agile serpentine bodies of the Vipers, and even a few Mutons towering over the crowd.

After spending nearly his entire life fighting their former alien invaders and occupiers, it was surreal for the Human to watch them all convene together, and while much of the street's happenings were blurred by the speed of the Vehicle he rode in he could still see glimpses of what life looked like, not just in City 31, but in the entire world. Humans, Hybrids and Aliens coexisting, navigating through chaotic and disorganized life that followed the defeat of the Elders at the hands of XCOM. He tried to fight back against the sick feeling he felt in the pit of his stomach.

He wondered how many aliens in that crowd had been aligned with ADVENT only half a decade ago. How many Human lives had been snuffed out during that time. He subconsciously flexed a hand into a fist as he fixed his eyes on some distant point in the cosmopolitan spectacle.

The Car slows to a stop and a woman turns to look at him. "This is the place, Archer."

He snaps to attention, her voice dragging the man out of his own head as he turns to her and then back out the window. Facing him this time is an unassuming 2 story building with a large Garage Door. The worn dirt-colored brickwork and standing on it's cement foundations that had clearly been eaten away over the many decades since the building had been erected. He looked over to the other side to see that across the street from the building was a series of old, dilapidated rail yards. Archer had realized that some time ago they had taken a turn away from the newer, rebuilt parts of the City, reconstructed since both the initial Invasion as well as the more recent War, now bustling with Human and Hybrid and Alien life. They were in a long neglected corner of the City, with dirty streets and condemned buildings only a block away.

Archer blinks at the run-down building. Eerily similar to the buildings he had once stalked through during the occupation. He turns back to the driver. "This is the place?" He gets an amused nod from her.

"Come on, Reclamation Agent Archer. If there's one thing you should've learned on the drive to this place it's that looks can be deceiving." She replies. Archer looks back at her, rolling his eyes before he takes hold of the duffel bag loaded with his possessions, pushing open the door of the car and stepping outside. With a hand wave goodbye the door closes and the car drives off in the opposite direction, blowing up a small cloud of dust up from the poorly kept streets, if he hadn't known better he would've said she was in a hurry to leave. He sighs, turns about face, and walks up to the shoddy metal door leading into the Base of Operations for Chimera Squad.

Approaching the door, Archer slowly began to notice that the door wasn't the shoddily made slab of sheet metal it had appeared at first glance, looking close up at it, Archer began to realize that the door itself was thick and sturdily constructed, besides it, a biometric reader was disguised as a mailbox, the boxy piece of metal had a front face that was hinged near the top, flipping it upwards revealed the disarmingly advanced hand reader. He placed his hand on it and after waiting a brief moment there was a soft clunk from the door. Archer thought he could hear several voices inside, particularly the excited voice of a young man. He gives a small shrug and opens up the door, stepping inside.

The first thing he noticed was how strikingly intact the inside of the Base was. Although there were still spots in the building that had suffered from water damage and had generally fallen into disrepair, the majority of the inside was a harsh, but welcome, contrast from the weathered, dilapidated exterior. Clean fluorescent lights shone down from the ceiling, throwing down light to focus on a large parking space resting to the left of the building, it seemed that there was an APC or other large vehicle that was absent, Archer realized that the Base was a bit empty and the rest of his new Squadmates were on a mission this very moment. To the right was a row of lockers, presumably where the rest of his new Squadmates had left their possessions. Past that was a firing range assembled in the corner, opposite of that would be a training area. A stairway leading up to the second floor, where Archer could spot an assembler in another corner of the base and the underside of what looked to be a command center. From it he could see a young man excited rushing down the steps, going three at a time as he hollered out to him.

"Hey! Hey man! You're the new guy, right!? It's great to see yo-!" His jovial welcome was cut out by a "WOAH!" as his foot slips past a step, causing him to nearly tumble down the entire flight of stairs before he's caught by the back of his collar by another, slightly older and clearly more responsible man.

"Cherub! If you're not more careful our addition is going to end up being a replacement!" The man who caught him says, an exasperated expression on his face. He lets go of the younger man named Cherub slowly, allowing him to proceed down the stairs at a slower, yet just as enthusiastic pace. He jumps down the last three steps and jogs up to Archer, and as he nears he can make out the more distinctive features of the friendly squadmate's face.

He looks over the peach colored skin and the series of ridges running from the man's brow to the back of his head and flinches as the Hybrid man comes up to hug him. Archer's body goes tense as the man that caught Cherub slowly walks up to meet with the pair. Probably catching the mixed look of surprise and unease on Archer's face he extends an arm to cup Cherub's shoulder.

"Heh, I think that's enough, Cherub." He says in a friendly enough tone, and eventually the energetic Hybrid releases his grip around Archer.

"Sorry, Whisper!" Cherub apologizes, looking a bit embarrassed as he takes a few steps back. Still beaming a wide smile at the new arrival. Archer looks over to the other, slightly older man that kept Cherub from falling down the stairs for some sort of explanation.

"Sorry about that, he heard that we're slated to get a new Agent and he couldn't wait to meet you. He's been like that all day." Whisper explained, turning his attention to the Duffel slung over Archer's back. "Ah, I suppose you'd want to know where to get set up. Your locker is right over there. 2nd from the left." he says, pointing Archer in the right direction, something in his tone however made Archer anxious. Like he was getting the locker that was broken or had gum on the inside of it or some other flaw that had kept the rest of the Squad from taking it, and now he was stuck with it. He only nods and heads over to it.

As he rested his Duffel on the bench to the side and began removing his possessions he gave the locker a once-over, then a twice-over, trying to understand Whisper's apprehension. The door worked fine, if a bit creaky. The insides were spotless. He looked to the lockers to either side of his. The one to his left decorated with pictures of the Aurora Borealis, a postcard from New Arctic. He furrowed his brows as he noticed no difference between that locker and his, with that he dismisses Whisper's initial concern, for whatever reason that may be, and gets back to unpacking his own gear. He pulls out his standard issue Reclamation uniform, placing it in a neat stack. Following that would be his own little mementos of his life, a few old bullet cartridges that had belong to his old rifle, conventional ballistic weaponry had been rendered obsolete with the advances made in magnetic accelerator weaponry and plasma weapons, a worn Combat Knife and a faded family photo, about as well as they could manage given the situation, squatting in a secluded forest grove was his Father and mother looming over him and his sister. Their clothes were raggedy and well-worn and their hair either tied back into a messy knot or cut short altogether. He smiled softly as he took a moment to rest the minor knick-knacks in the smaller compartment of his locker. Eventually everything was packed inside and he secured his locker.

When he heard the abrupt "Hi!" and he turned into the smiling face of Cherub, Archer almost socked him in the face. "Jesus!" He exclaimed as he gritted his teeth and looked over the Hybrid, dressed in the undershirt and pants standard to Reclamation agents. Archer shares an awkward moment of silence before Cherub takes it as permission to continue.

"Aw, sorry about that. Whisper went back upstairs to 'monitor the situation', which is just his way of saying he's going to go stare at the City Map upstairs for a while. So I figured I'd make an introduction!" He buzzes with an enthusiasm Archer would've gone to say was Childlike. It was for that reason that he didn't automatically snap at him, there was an overbearing optimism and happy go lucky air about him. "And everyone else is already out so we might as well get to know each other!" He concludes.

"Well…" Archer begins, not sure where he should start, partly thrown off by the Hybrid's overbearing enthusiasm, partly wishing that he had another Human to guide him around. Guess he's good enough. He thinks. "Not much to say about me, Callsign's Archer, I'm the Designated Marksman of the group. I'm good at shooting stuff from very far away." Archer replies, looking around and taking note at what the Hybrid had said about everyone being away. Guessing his hunch that the rest of his team had yet to arrive was correct. "So. Is the rest of the team as...bubbly, as you?" Archer asks Cherub.

"Oh, not at all! But they're nice in other ways, especially Zephyr. Me and her, we're like this." Cherub crosses a pair of fingers together for emphasis.

Archer could begin to hear a faint roar of an engine, ignoring Cherub for the moment to focus on the growing noise. After a brief while Cherub could hear it too and visibly perks up. "Aw, sweet! Perfect timing!" He exclaims as the garage door opens to reveal a large white APC emblazoned with the Chimera Squad Logo on the side. Archer can't help but feel a bit impressed looking over the military grade vehicle. Still feeling the dissonance between the outward exterior of the building and the interior sophistication. Though he wondered if anyone had even thought it quaint seeing the massive APC backing into a building that looked 70 years older than it. He begins to walk over to the APC, the door opening up to reveal more of Chimera Squad.

Archer's eyes go wide as the first to emerge from the APC is a hulking, armored Muton, bowing his head so as not to bump it on the top of the door, the massive vehicle visibly giving a bit as it's alleviated from his weight as he drops down. The heavy breastplate bears a visible scorch mark in the center as the Muton fixes his bulbous eyes on Archer, removing the scorched plate and dropping it into the New Agent's arms. "Take that to my locker, big one on the right, thanks, new guy." He grunts as he walks on over to sit down on the bench, clearly bleeding a bit underneath his shirt. Archer begins to sputter his objections before he turns his head back to face a tall, lithe Sectoid. "I apologize for him, Agent, this mission was….frenetic." He says in a polite tone, and with a small gesture he lifts the breastplate into the air with a glow of psionics, walking off to follow the Muton.

"Frenetic? Is that your word for fun, Verge!?" Archer hears coming from the APC, nearly overwhelmed by the surge of movement forward. He was staring down an oncoming Viper, her white plates catching the intense overhead lights and flashing incandescently as her long body surged down the steps. Her serpentine eyes flit down to look over Archer and he swears he can hear a small scoff escape the alien's arched mouth. "Outta the way, new guy!" She says in an indignant huff moments before blowing past Archer and back over to the Armory to retire her gear and rest with the rest of the team.

Finally, and much to Archer's relief, a Human woman steps down, a relieved expression on her face. She seemed poised, in control. Her dark complexion and afro styled into a series of tight knots led Archer to believe she was African before he heard her address him in a distinct French accent. "Archer, I assume?"

He snaps up a quick salute. "Yes ma'am, Reclamation Agent, Callsign Archer. I'm the newest addition to Chimera Squad." She returns with a salute, practiced and rigid despite the scuffs and slight damage to her own armor.

"Well then, Agent Archer. Welcome to Chimera Squad."