<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">*I think I like this one.*</span>Nergal said as they watched the woman leave,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">*Such turmoil and defiance in those eyes yet something familiar...*</span>he finished drifting off. Mark soon followed after her at a distance before following her proved not to be as important. He returned to his room the door hissed open at his approach electronic doors were much easier to seal than ones with handles. Mark removed his shirt tossing his shirt into a fancy new machine that wasn't commercially available it was a machine designed to clean clothes better. He still preferred the traditional method of wash as he sat on his couch he turned on the tv with a tap of his hand on a holographic interface that responded to his wrist watch. He flipped a few channels till he found something interesting landing on some venture show with an Australian man.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">*Heh I think is the one where he gets...*</span>Nergal chuckled A memory coming through Mark made him stop.<br/><br/>^The reef sparkled with what lunar light pierced those cold depths, the creatures seeming to react to their presence scurried along faster as they passed him and three others like him. As the facility appeared out of the gloom like a sunrise. "Jark Squad Inglorious 8." he said as they sped up rising up to align with a proper access port, "Approaching insertion zone." he finished as they used their power the suits alowing them to shift to accommodate the new shape that let him grip the cold steel. ^ Marik shook his head as the memory faded. It was odd to get such vivid memories as he slept but Mark just rolled over.<br/>_____________________________________________<br/><br/>Mitt entered the Well immediately moving toward the lifts that would take him to his housing level. He looked up and files that had been sent to him none had. It was annoying to be sent something meaning he had to work not his. Mitt passed Juliet's door and paused to listen, he heard her talking the voice distorted through the metal. He heard her say a name he recognized and its mention infuriated him Juliet wanted that Neanderthal Abomination Mark Graves. He moved away from the door when he heard footsteps heading into his room that was four doors down. He slipped in just as Juliet stuck her head out her door her long blond hair falling just past her shoulders. From his room he heard her close her door before going further into his apartment his anger burning out as he removed his clothes and went to bed.