Alex was in his own work space, focus entirely on his current project. He had spent much of the day tapping away at one of his computers, writing lines of code, while listening to the constant whir of fans, and shifting his view from one screen to the next. The program he was working on was to be finished in two weeks, though when he had been given the specifics, Alex had merely scoffed. He could easily have it done in one week tops, after all, this was beginner's work, someone of his skills could and should be given bigger assignments of more importance than this.<br/><br/>He had heard of some meeting going on in one of the hangars, but it didn't involve him, as far as he knew anyway. The programmer had always hated meetings of any kind. Being forced to sit through long hours of the same people drawing out such a simple problem.<br/><br/>Headphones on, Alex was hunched over his keyboard, ignoring the outside world when the knock sounded at his door. With a groan, Alex leaned back in his chair, rubbing at his eyes before he pulled the headphones off and stood to open the door. It was his supervisor. Without a word, Alex raised one eyebrow in question.<br/><br/>"Hallows, I must speak to you about a matter of utmost importance." Following the man to his own office, Alex was ushered in before the door was closed.<br/><br/>"So, is this for a new project? Maybe something more suiting my talents?" The programmer asked, cracking his fingers in anticipation. Ignoring the comment, Alex's supervisor took a seat across from him.<br/><br/>"Alex, you have been selected for a top secret mission." As Alex was informed of the mission, his attitude towards it changed from one of excited he had finally been recognized for his abilities in his area of study, to that of hell no.<br/><br/>"You expect me to go on some mission into space with some ragtag group of..."<br/><br/>"The others have likely gathered in Hangar C, you should go meet with them." Alex was cut off. Scowling, he quickly grabbed his bag from his own work space, slinging it over his shoulder, and made his way to the hangar.<br/><br/>Once there, he looked over the people who were there. Many of them he had seen before, mostly in passing, and very few were those he actually knew. Alex stood with his arms crossed, looking both pissed off, and ready to leave should this just end of being a waste of his time.