Abram had spend the majority of the early hours in the gym, he wasn't much of a sleeper. He had only just returned and was still wearing his gym clothes, even still having the towel hang around his neck, when his desktop computer gave out a series of beeps. Each beep sending a cold shiver down his spine. He knew what the risks were of working here, knowing full well that this next assignment could get him killed. He sat down in his chair and opened up the file send to him, reading through it carefully and making sure he'd memorize every bit of it. he couldn't help but frown, why was this a job for the Foundation? It seemed to be a normal enough lizard, just with a rather nasty venom. Still, if he had learned anything from his time here, it was not to judge things on first appearances.<br/><br/>He got up from his chair and got dressed. he pushed a small button, next to a intercom which was connected to the rooms of the other retrieval agents. A crackle preceded his voice, before clearly being heard by the others.<span style="color: blue">"Rise and shine people, time to do what we're paid for. Briefing in in 30."</span>As he released the button, another crackle surging through the communication. 30 minutes would be enough time for everybody to get dressed and get something to eat.<br/><br/>Abram moved towards the cafeteria, desperately needing some strong coffee as the rush from his exercise was wearing off. He noted Martin already being present and gave him a nod "Morning Martin, in case you missed, we got an assignment. Briefing in 25 minutes." he said as he poured himself a jetblack cup of coffee. Martin was an odd one, Abram didn't really know much about him, but that was generally the case with every squad member. But he had noticed Martin getting up awfully early these last few days, and it didn't seem like he was doing this out of his own joy. He looked knackered, ready to just fall over any moment now.<br/><br/>Abram sighed, he had been asked to report any signs of abnormal behavior to the researchers... and well, this seemed like abnormal behavior. He sat down across from Martin and saw the dark rings under his eyes, how long had he been doing this?<span style="color: blue">"Martin, are you okay?"</span>He asked carefully. It was a normal question outside of these walls, but here the answer could potentially get you transferred, or worse, terminated. But Abram felt that everybody had a right to defend themselves.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>The computer in her room gave off a few beeps, indicating a new incoming message. But the woman slept straight through it. If anybody were to walk into her room right now, they'd notice how she was laying in her bed diagonally, her arms and legs spread wide and her mouth slightly ajar. She'd always been a heavy sleeper, a gift during her time at college. Her alarm wasn't set to go off until at least another hour or so.<br/><br/>So for now the woman stayed sound asleep, dreaming of rolling pink colored hills and her riding along them on top of a great white steed, while hunky, half naked men greeted her along her way. She stirred and seemed to smile for a moment, before settling down again.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>