"This is awkward." The Younger Man said, in English, once both of them were out of earshot, "I hope for the girl's sake that her mother leaves soon. The train lines would be closed off before the end of the week. If she finds out the research-"<br/><br/>"The research will go as the professor wishes. No use worrying on what is come. Anticipate, not expect." The man folded his arms across his wide chest, "I just hope that that metal ball does not cause trouble in flight. From what happened just now, it could probably break the plane to bits if it..." What was it? Wanted? Can non-living things desire things? "Wanted," He finished, looking up at the skies he knew would soon dim as the sun sank further down the horizon. "Strange thing, they are having everyone who goes there as an Esper take physical exams and such, its as though they are trying to build super-soldiers."<br/><br/>"Pfft, super-soldiers." The Younger Man laughed, "My shoes would turn to gold and walk over the German dictator's corpse before that even happens." He waved a hand, "You're too suspicious old man, they are making sure that nobody dies halfway through the tests."<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Argent followed slowly, lifting its own weight up the steps. What was the problem as a ball of liquid metal in climbing stairs was not the strength needed but the amount of traction. It had slipped down the stairs countless times when it was first allowed to move around the house. It was curious what was happening next and extended little tendrils out to sense movement in the air to tell if there was anything amiss.