While following the instructions to go around the large complex of the agency, when the blaring sounds of a voice coming over the intercom. had went off Frost had heard his name being one of them that was told to head to the briefing room. Checking back up on his helmet on how much time was left, it had told him that still several minutes had remained before the actual mission was to start. Shrugging the thought off, rather then continuing to walk his way toward the briefing room he had immediately began to burst into a fit of speed with his feet only nearly touching the flat surface of the cold metal ground for a second before another step was brought forward. It had only taken him a matter of moments for Frost to reach the door that lead him into the briefing room. Calming his breath back down to normal before his mutation would lose control of itself once more, Frost stepped into the room and turned his attention left and right. There already seemed to be three other agents already present within the room; two being female and another male. Focusing most of his energy into his other senses he made his way over toward the side of the table away from the other agents as he sat himself down onto one of the chairs. Staying silent the entire time, he awaited for instructions on what the mission was going to be. Even with this being his first mission, Frost had doubted the fact that any of the pain of bullet-fire or weaponry from the enemy was going to be as bad as it was living his life in that frozen room.


(Oh alrighty, just curious since the rp hadn't moved anywhere. So I thought it was forgotten. @w@)