Mark left Juliet's room before she woke he checked his messages and saw that his check up had been moved to the office here in the Well. He made his way toward it he had enjoyed holding another warm body against himself and the smile on Juliet's sleeping face made it all worth it. Mark found a lift and ran into his Projects main Director Prof. James Verric he didn't look happy and Dr.Mitt was there as well a bruise on his face explained things. "Seems we're going to the same place." James said his tone was not pleased, "I'm not surprised by this Mitt never liked you." he finished. Mark said nothing as the lift started again, James and Mark stepped out of the lift leaving Mitt inside as the doors closed. The walked past a number of offices before reaching the Conway Office. "Stay out here let me talk to her first." James said and Mark again said nothing he wasn't going to argue anything if it kept him from getting cut up it was all good.<br/><br/>James entered the office and spotted Daniel Conway asleep at her desk with he small robot gecko. "Miss Daniel?" he said and waited for her to wake, "I'm sure you were expecting Mark but I'm here to have some words with you." he said closing the door and stepping closer to her desk. "I'm sure you can understand why I'm upset at this." he said his tone rather upset at having had one of his assistants going over his head. "Dr. Mitt should have come to me first." he continued, "The Subjects mental stability is sound. Mark has been our greatest achievement our only one." he said his voice desperate in tone. "His father has pull with the military we could lose considerable funding if what Mitt suggests is allowed." he finished.<br/><br/>Outside the office Mark listened the muffled voice of Prof. James was hard to understand but the could tell by the tone he was trying to defend him. He sighed as he waited he was tired of being prodded and feeling like some piece of property.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">*That's all you'll ever be to these people a tool and piece of equipment nothing more.*</span>Nergal hissed in his mind. It was hard to argue with that Mark would have left the Well for good if he had wanted to.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">*Who could stop you?*</span>Nergal asked the shifting emotions of Marks were all the answer Nergal needed it wasn't that anyone could stop him he did not relish conflict the way he did.