Nathaniel felt the but of the cigarette hit his cheek, but ignored it, that woman wasn't even worth a reply, so he acted as if nothing had been thrown at him.   She thought he was self righteous?  Hah, that was funny.  He didn't give a damn if she smoked, but it was just a courtesy to not force everyone to live in that fucking cloud of foul smelling smoke.  Stupid bitch.<br/><br/>He was glad he didn't even get the chance to say anything back to the idiot who only had her looks going for her.  Instead the double doors opened again to let an aging man leave the room there.  The way he held himself immediately rang as an ex military, and not just the way he held himself, but also the worn face showed wear from combat.  The tailored suit in perfect condition helped too.  The complete opposite of what Nathaniel was like at that moment.  At the sight of the old General, and the fact that he said he was a General, Nathaniel stood up strait from the wall and lowered his arms down to cross behind his back and hold them there.<br/><br/>Nathaniel was completely silent as the general briefed them on the basics, though not saying anything about the bad joke.  His left hand ran along the blue crystal in his palm at the mention of contact with aliens.  Well, he hadn't seen any actual alien till tonight apparently, but he had touched some of their technology.  Then of course he mentioned mutations and other things he followed his eyes where he looked.  Then he left, Nathaniel had to whistle a little at the amount of pay they would get, more than he would have ever dreamed of getting in the military.<br/><br/>When the general finally left, Nathaniel had to look up at the ceiling in surprise at the voice.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Great, comic books meet science fiction.”</span>he mumbled before the computer started describing everything she was capable of, and the house itself.  Honestly it all went completely over his head.  Instead he walked over and grabbed one of the packets on the table before moving back and pulling a pen out of his computer bag.  While the computer kept her descriptions going, Nathaniel began going over the paperwork.  In all honesty, he couldn't just turn and walk out the door now could he?  If he did he would still be listed as AWOL, and would go to prison, or he could easily be found and captured by some other organization for experimentation.<br/><br/>Yeah, he couldn't really do anything else but sign, but at some of the parts of the speech, especially the defensive measures.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Sounds like you could also be used as a Prison if the ones controlling you decide to never let us leave again.”</span>he spoke up as he finished signing his packet and took it back to the table.  Though on his way back he couldn't help but see the flash of blue frilly panties from the ordinary girl.  He walked up beside her to set his packet back down and spoke up a bit quietly.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Those are rather cute, but probably not something you would want to show people you don't really know yet.  Just giving you a little heads up.”</span>As he said that, he wasn't sure he should have, but then maybe it would make the ordinary girl hate him.  He moved back away to retrieve his bags, throwing the duffel again over his back, the folded garment bag in his left hand, and computer bag in his right... though now he was guessing he didn't need that.<br/><br/>With that done he started to walk towards the double doors with all his stuff.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Well, if she goes HAL 900 on us, I'll just have to see which is stronger, this house, or my power.  noone else would want to be around for that though”</span>he said, but it was obvious he didn't really want to even try that.  He actually showed a flash of fear at the thought of using whatever he was talking about before he wiped it away and started to walk from the group into the house.  ISIS probably had records as to why he would actually be a little scared of trying that with people around.  She probably had areal photos of the crater he had made out of the last place that had had him imprisoned.<br/><br/>The common living area made him stop on his way to the stairs, he actually whistled as he looked around, especially at the huge Plasma TV and game systems... too bad ISIS had said he had to take at least 1 out of every 4 missions.  That tv and game systems could keep him entertained for a very long time.  Looking into the kitchen area made his stomach growl a little, reminding him he will need dinner soon.  But the sparks and pain in his arm also reminded him that he needed to use some of the energy stored in the crystals.<br/><br/>After that moment spend admiring the expense put into this place, Nathaniel finally started moving toward the stairs.  At the top of them he was greeted by the multiple doors he could see.  He did get out of the way of the stairs for anyone coming up them.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“ok, ISIS, which room is mine, and which door was the training room?  I need to use use up some stored energy.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>