Elizabeth gave Charlie a smile back when he welcome her to then team. Her face went pale when she heard him say. “Time was of an issue because your acceptance of the job is a stay of execution.” Feeling a little ill knowing that if she had said no that someone would have died. But why kill someone over other person decision on acceptance of a job, she wondered.  It didn’t make since to her. Watching Charlie closely as he went to the mirror. Furrowing her brow when he just glazed at it like it was a window.<br/><br/>Elizabeth paled more when she heard how little time she had to accept the job. Six minutes and fifty three seconds to answer or her partner would have died. That was an incredibly short amount of time. It didn’t make her feel any better when Charlie said that the execution would have been done humanly.<br/><br/>When the sheen of the mirror fell away, after Charlie push a button under the mirror. Elizabeth eyes went wide. Realizing that the interrogation was in fact an observation room. Looking the through the transparent sheet of glass seeing that it was a rather plain room that look like a small gym to her. With a few workout machines and a padded black foam on the floor.  A lone man was fiercely punching on a punching bag.<br/><br/>The man looks normal enough to her. Just a ordinary man beating the tar out of defenseless punching bag. Grimacing just a little as the back of the bag ripple after each punch landed on the bag.  A red brow shot up as a surprise upper cut was given. Taking a closer look at the man himself. His twenty something face was handsome with sharp features. Thought was tension in it even in his brown brows. In fact most his body seemed tense. Making wonder if he knew is depending death or if there was another reason he was tense. Really he just seem average guy working out with his grey shirt stained in just a few places with sweat. He still just for few minutes as if sensed beign watch.<br/><br/>Elizabeth continued to watch the man as Charlie told her his name. Surprised at hearing that Crisis was seven and half years. It was hard to believe that the man who like he was in his twenties was seven.  But after what she had already seen that night she took Charlie’s word that Crisis was that age. Her brows knitted when he said that age work differently for them and hard to calculate. But Crisis was around twenty three to twenty seven years old.  It reminded her of dog or cat years. But that wasn’t the case here was it. How knew with this place Elizabeth thought. It did make her wonder just what was Crisis particularly when Charlie said that not what Crisis really looked like.<br/>The glass in front of Elizabeth fogged back to a mirror. Bringing her attention back to Charlie, listening to him as said that he would like to get her briefed then she could met Crisis. That it only take a few hours for basic training and for his sedatives to kick in. Why would in the world he need sedatives she wondered. Wondering more when Charlie said that her meeting with Crisis would be short. That they had to break him in to meeting new person. So many questions ran thought her head as Charlie as if she like to meet Crisis tonight or would she like a break.<br/><br/>“I would like to meet him tonight. Please.” Fearing that they would have to keep Crisis sedative if she said to meet him tomorrow and hoping that some of her questions will be answered during the brief.