“Could be,” Lex agreed thoughtfully. “They could certainly get in there easily enough if they wanted to, but I suppose they can get in just about anywhere now.” They managed to get into Termina easily enough, anyway.<br/><br/>He was pretty intimately familiar with the layout of the large military base that lay miles outside the city. It hadn’t been where he worked, per se, but he’d been called in for consultations more times than he could count so he might as well have worked there. The military had its own doctors; he didn’t visit the base to tend to the military. Because that would just be silly. No, instead, he was working with his father. Curiously enough, Venture Corp’s Research and Development facilities were within the confines of the Galactic Sovereignty’s military base, even though Venture itself was a merchant conglomerate with no<span style="font-style: italic">official</span>ties to the military. Their products, most notably the Realians, were bought in bulk or individually at the citizen level, if the citizens had enough to afford them. Of course, the price tag on just one had been astronomical, so their prime customer had been the government.<br/><br/>Hindsight’s always 20/20, he supposed. Lex felt disgusted ever having been involved with that mess even on the basest of levels. But more than anything, he felt<span style="font-style: italic">warm.</span>A thin sheet of sweat had formed on his brow and his hair clung to his skin. Thankfully he had the patience of the Buddha, because not being able to tie his hair back was outrageously annoying. “Is your hair long?” he finally asked. “I mean, do you happen to use hairbands, or have an extra one?”