Lucas let out a sigh of relief as Dan left the room. He then proceeded to lay down, drifting back to sleep easily. What seemed like a torturous sleep soon became relaxing, and the headache faded. Lucas hoped that it wouldn't return in the morning, because tomorrow was the briefing on their general mission. The organization couldn't exactly plan every step, because Lumina was complicated as hell and anything could go wrong on their quest to take down The Foundation. Instead, they would give the four something they could use to communicate with each other and the HQ. He didn't know what it would be, though, as he spent most of his time working on the chips.<br/><div style="text-align: center;">______________________________________________________________________________________________________</div><br/>Before he knew it, it was morning. He opened one eye to try to adjust to the light, but there was almost none. Huh. He sat up, shocked that no pain hit him, and looked out the window. The sky was still gray, so he assumed that it was extremely early in the morning. Lucas got off the operating table and looked up at the clock. Five in the morning? That was the earliest he'd woken up since he and his family began their trek to the headquarters three years ago. Peering out into the hallway, he found that everything was eerily quiet and motionless.<br/><br/>The doctor slipped on his lab coat and straightened out his shirt, which he hadn't changed since yesterday. At least Thea's tears dried. It still smelled pretty nasty. Tossing and turning in his sleep created a lot of sweat. Instead of walking to the cafeteria where he was instructed to meet the other three, he went outside and to the housing tent to get some new clothes so he didn't reek of angsty gatherer and surgical blood. Had to look, smell and be professional as usual.<br/><br/>He entered his family's section of the housing tent and dashed to his room quickly and quietly so as to not wake his parents up. They'd be questioning him on everything. Lucas threw off his gross black t-shirt onto the bed. He could burn it later, but for right now, he slipped on a black pre-flood band t-shirt and replaced his jeans with a pair of new ones. Once he was done, he took his time walking back to the main tent. Once he reached the cafeteria, he headed straight for the coffee maker. He started brewing it and sat down at a table, waiting for both his coffee and the other three.<br/><br/>The coffee arrived faster than his three comrades, so he simply sipped his mug of coffee and looked at the door.<br/><br/>What seemed to be hours passed. Suddenly, Gerhard strolled into the cafeteria looking pleased with himself, but the bruises on his face were quite visible.<br/><br/>"Good morning. And I'd really would prefer if you called me Lucas instead." Too much respect. It seemed like they held him at a higher standard, which he absolutely did not want. For the first time in years, he had the chance to be normal. And he wanted it badly.<br/><br/>Soon after, Thea came marching into the cafeteria, also looking slightly pleased with herself. "Morning, Thea. Also, just telling you ahead of time, no crying on the mission," he joked, a bright smile plastered on his face.<br/><br/>Before she could react, Dan came in and examined the bruises on Gerhard, questioning if Thea had anything to do with them. Lucas assumed she did, so he didn't exactly have to ask. Dan, however, didn't seem as intelligent.