Meko looked at Taylor as he answered his question. â€œOkay captain.â€ He said with a smile. He was calling Taylor captain. In a way it was a term of rank for a superior officer but also he didnâ€™t know many of the military ranks. Plus captainâ€™s were always in control of their ship. This world was Taylorâ€™s figurative ship in a way. He was the leader and he was the follower. He leaned back and watched Taylor. That steak looked good. His stomach growled. He listened as he spoke. Shock crossed his features. The constitution...died?! What the hell?! The forefathers fought wars and worked hard to create that thing. He frowned a bit. â€œOur forefatherâ€™s fought, shed blood, lost lives, and worked hard to create that constitution. To create the country based off that constitution...so that everyone was equal and had rights. There was all sorts of events that happened to create a country equal for ALL who lived there. To take it apart piece by piece...that...that is inhuman. That...that is immoral. It is wrong. It makes us no better than a third world country where nobody has a right to think.â€ He said. His shock, dismay, and anger at what he just heard quite evident.<br/><br/>He listened as the man continued to speak. He listened and frowned at what he was hearing. â€œRebels....arenâ€™t terrorists. We rebelled against Britian way back before my time. We rebelled against each other over slavery. A world this advanced should not have taken so many steps backwards. That is counter productive. The forefathers and founders of our country would be ashamed. Horrified. They would not understand why a country based on freedom and equality has turned its back on the very grounds upon which it was founded. Upon the very grounds it was created for living in.â€ He shook his head. He did not like it.<br/><br/>He listened as he spoke. Words racing through his mind. He needed to make this better. He was no politician but then again this world was no 2014 society where the constitution was what it was meant to be. Where people had rights and were equal. Hell even in the stone ages and midevil ages...there was rights. Limited but they had rights. They had equality of sorts. He listened as Taylor continued. â€œThey canâ€™t be all gone. They canâ€™t. In any war that is fought...even when the under dog is defeated...they still hide in the shadows. That means they have to be there. They have to. Seeds of doubt in this communistic society. Seeds of doubt will begin to spread and grow. Facts and evidence...things like that. It doesnâ€™t have to be combat which gains allies and fights wars. Sometimes...words and visuals...they win battles too.â€ He was frowning.<br/><br/>â€œTactics...think that is the term.â€ He sighed a bit. Listening. Processing. Thinking. He blinked and focused on him. â€œHow everyone else was told he was???â€ He echoed. â€œHow was everyone else told he was?â€ He asked. Looking at Taylor with intense curiousity. His prior line of thinking and speech forgotten for the moment. â€œScino...destroyed and used for his work. I donâ€™t think that is possible. The old man never communicated with anyone. Well except me. Nobody ever really stopped by. Maybe it happened and the wheels were put into motion before I got there. I really think someone tampered with his invention slash experiment and rigged it to blow. Scino never would have made a mistake like that. He was too smart.â€<br/><br/>He fell silent as Taylor continued. Then a devilish smile crossed his face. â€œNo...their paper and digital forms are destroyed.â€ He said. His eyes shining. â€œEverything else...they are still alive. For I am still alive.â€ He tapped his head. â€œPhotographical memory. The old man was proud of his work. He showed and explained many. Primarily the encrypted ones but he allowed me to look at and read any and all of his others. So...everything...is right here. In our hands...in a manner of speaking.â€ he tapped his head. â€œI canâ€™t invent them but I know how...I know the way. His work...lives on...with me.â€ he frowned and held his head. â€œHe said something about how...how he made a way for his greatest masterpiece of all time...to never be able to be stolen. I donâ€™t know what he means. So...if we can find that masterpiece...maybe would be able to one up them...you know?â€<br/><br/>He frowned a bit. â€œWhat am I saying? He was probably just having one of his truly insane moments. I have no idea what that meant. I didnâ€™t see or notice him making any so called masterpiece. He just would always say his greatest masterpiece was in the one place nobody could find and steal it.â€ he chuckled a bit. He frowned a bit. â€œYeah. Iâ€™m sorry you lost your old man.â€ He sat down thoughtfully. â€œNah...wasnâ€™t that kind of teleporter. It didnâ€™t go through space time continuim. It went through space transference something. Moving from one location to another. Like your kitchen to that base...for example.â€<br/><br/>He shook his head. â€œI canâ€™t go back. I need to fix this. I need to bring our country back to how it was founded to be. This...this isnâ€™t right. This isnâ€™t what so many wars were fought over. What so many lives were lost over. I canâ€™t just go back knowing the future is so far from what Scino hoped for. That is like giving up. I canâ€™t give up. It wonâ€™t be easy. It is probably near impossible but I have got to try. I have got to fix the misuse of Scinoâ€™s work and the devastating way this country has fallen.â€ He stood up. â€œI am not a fighter but I will do everything I can to restore our country to the glory everyone was proud of. To the country of rights and equals. I donâ€™t know how but I have to try. For Scino. For you. For everyone who has died trying to put things back right.â€<br/><br/>He looked at Taylor. â€œI donâ€™t know how...but I am certain...I can fix this. I am certain...I can make things right.â€ he sighed. â€œI just donâ€™t know how. I need to learn more about this world. About how things are now. More over....I have to try. No matter how hard it is. I have to try.â€<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Frank was jumping at any slight sound or movement. His shaking hand shot to his side as he heard his name said. "Ph-phatom." he said. Taking a step back. He wasn't actually sure what he was going to do with that gun but...it made him feel a sliver of safeness. He moved his gaze to the gun then to the man then to the gun. No. No. He couldn't do that. If he did that he'd go down without a fight. He mind be scared shitless but training told him he was not allowed to go down without a fight. He pulled the gun out. Stepping back and pointed the gun at the dangerous predator. His gun hand shaking so bad he had to hold his wrist with his other hand. Even then it was shaking too much to make an accurate shot. "It...it wasn't all my fault. I'm sorry. I tried. We gave the order. Taylor...he betrayed us. He helped the kid escape." he said. His tone begging Xander to understand. He whirled around trying to keep up with the predator stalking him. "The survelliance films showed the kid had some kind of white wolf thing come out of a mark on his face. Hell this isn't a normal kid! He can't be. You got to give me another chance. Please. We will fix this. We will track him down. Taylor too." He was begging and pleading. And scared out of his mind certain he was going to die. He probably was...but he had to hope he could make his case to not die.