Adrean took a deep breath. His hands were linked behind his head as he lay back, meditating on the bed. The gray and bulky case that he had received in the meeting earlier lay on his bed open. Heâ€™d already tinkered with things here and there, following the instructions theyâ€™d received to make the miracle concoction. He tried not to scoff in his mind. One would think that if the company was willing to put in years and years of researching into the time machine, then they would be able to allow the time traveler to retrain all their memories.<br/><br/>Adreanâ€™s breath fell out heavily. It was stupid in his mind. Let the research continue for maybe another ten years and they would undoubtedly find a wayâ€¦if they would have considered his request to be placed in the researching facility he could cut that time down by two or three years. The lab-rat status he found himself in was ridiculous. Though, there was a part of him that was a bit proud at being one of the first few to actually time-travelâ€¦<br/><br/>Emerald green eyes opened slowly with another inhale and Adrean stared blankly up at his whitewashed ceiling for a moment. He turned his head to look over at his desk were his case lay, open and a few things scattered over the wood. Sitting up slowly, Adrean ran his fingers through his hair before rubbing his neck and standing up fully.<br/><br/>Towering over the desk, Adrean let his eyes wander over everything in his kit. It was everything he really neededâ€¦so long as he had D-30 he would know everything he knew now. Adrean scratched his forehead as he thought. NERC figured this kit could solve everything they had over-lookedâ€¦what if one diverged yet was not in the possession of any D-30 nor the supplies to create it?<br/><br/>Adrean rubbed his forehead again, a habit he had whenever he was thinking. Finding a scrap of paper, Adrean jotted down a few things in a list. His alarm shrieked behind him, causing him to scribble in the middle of his writing and snap back at the clock. Adrean cursed at the time. Was it nearly twenty-hundred? Looking back at his list, Adrean scanned it quickly, scribbled out where heâ€™d messed up and packed up his case once more. He drummed his fingers over it once before looking back at the clock.<br/><br/>â€œDamnitall.â€ He grumbled, going over to his nightstand and opening the first draw. Reaching into the back of the draw, Adrean drew out his switchblade, sliding it into his front right pocket of his dark denim jeans. Going over to his closet, Adrean pulled down an old shoebox from the top shelf and quickly assembled the handgun, screwing on the silencer as he stood back up. Looking at the other boxes on the shelf, Adrean bit his lip. Which one was the ammo in again? He shifted a few about before hitting one that was a bit heavier. Smirking, Adrean pulled the small matchbox down, taking out the extra magazines and loading them. Putting the extra ammo in his left hand pocket, Adrean reached into one of the draws for the small holster. He pulled the leather strap over his shoulder, shoving the gun in and pulling his jacket on to cover the gun at first glance.<br/><br/>He didnâ€™t have much time nowâ€¦and at this point heâ€™d probably run into the others as he left his room. Adrean forced half of his mind not to think so critically about this. NERC had been his benefactor for numerous yearsâ€¦but the research they were conducting nowâ€¦Adrean glanced over at his kit. It was going much too far. Companies with this amount of power only continued to seek more. Adrean shook his head before pocketing a vile of the D-30 and leaving the room entirely.<br/><br/>He knew these hallways all too well. He knew when to take certain turns to avoid security checks, metal detectors, and other guards. Adrean could very well talk his way out of situations but today the circumstances were much different. As his shoes clicked against the tile, Adrean walked casually, as if nothing was wrong, and only hoped that things would go as planned.