<span style="font-family: times new roman;">The younger male strode forward with long, muscled legs. Walking swiftly but was sure not to ever pass the professor. Unlike the older man, he did not know what lay ahead. Hearing the higher pitched, more feminine voice, he looked over at the smaller figure. Why was she talking to him? <br/><br/>He stared at her for a long, tense moment. Looking her up and down. Examining her. What made her so special? 2845 did not even attempt to conceal the scowl that plastered itself on his face. He considered just ignoring her, but at the last moment decided otherwise. Though, that did not mean he was going to be kind.<span style="color: #0000FF"> "Yes. . ."</span> He answered curtly. <span style="color: #0000FF">"<span style="font-style: italic">Helen.</span>"</span> He spat before jerking his head to the side.<br/><br/>The professor rolled his shoulders. Trying to diffuse the tension he felt subject 2845 radiate. The boy was comparable to a bomb. Ready to explode on anyone. Uncaring of who would be victim to his hatred and resentment. He let out an inaudible sigh. For the plan to work, those two would have to get along. At least enough for them to just work together.<br/><br/>He turned a corner and walked to the far end. Letting the electronic scanner run it's eerie blue light over his key card, it registered and elevator doors slid open. Opening his arms, he herded the younglings into the small space. The doors shut behind them. The professor pushed the top button. It would take them twenty-six floors up to the only floor above ground. The ride, three minutes forty seconds. <br/><br/>He glanced at his watch. Five minutes thirty-nine-- eight --seconds left.</span>