With a stoic expression, Kaz nodded and followed the suited men, not waiting to feel a guard's hand on his back. He was cold both inside and out, giving away nothing as the pair were escorted down the long metallic corridors. He had no idea where they were being taken, but he could guess that it wasn't a final destination. If this were a kill squad, they wouldn't have said anything at all, except 'come with us.' In his mind, Kaz was working through the different possibilities, eventually settling on what he believed to be the most likely end point. They'd pump them for answers until they knew exactly what the tech and pilot knew, issue a gag order, follow that with some kind of threat, then turn them loose. Honestly Kaz was surprised that they didn't have a bag over his head.<br/><br/>As he had indicated before, this wasn't the first time Kaz had been 'invited' to a private meeting. When Project Olympus was born, as the primary candidate for introduction, he was kept in a room for over twelve hours, during which time it was impressed upon him what exactly would happen to him, his family, and everyone he'd ever associated with should he divulge the information he'd been given to an unauthorized person.<br/><br/>Eventually the group found their way to a room halfway across the ship. It was small and mostly bare, with a table welded to the floor as if it were all one piece, and a set of six chairs. Security cameras were mounted in the tops of each corner of the room, and a mirror was mounted to the wall to the left of the doorway. Kaz entered when asked to do so, taking a seat facing the mirror. Certain that it was actually two-way glass, he chose to sat pointing toward it to avoid any relocation later on.<br/><br/>His lips still silent, Kaz places his hands on the table, fingers woven together as he leaned forward, his shouldering back and his face cold as he waited for the questioning to begin.