The young ex-soldier watched as a set lights were approaching down the road as they left the last tunnel heading towards the address.  It appeared that someone else was just arriving to this gathering, their taxi was just passing his on the road.   Great, he isn't lucky enough to be alone, but then he knew that wouldn't be possible with the invitation that agent had handed to him.  It was surprising they had found him where he was hiding there in some rundown apartment.    How determined they had been to find him after he had created the crater made him very suspicious.  But then he had read the offer that the EAP agent had handed him, and an offer to absolve him of the AWOL charge with the Air Force, and give him an honorable discharge was too much.  It won over his suspicion.<br/><br/>Finally the taxi pulled up to the tall, brick wall and the man had to step out and collect his bags from the taxi trunk before it turned and drove away.  It looked imposing to say the least, and that with the iron gate did not inspire confidence at all.  The man was dressed rather plainly, military style cargo pants with sage green digital camo pattern were tucked into a pair of sage combat boots.  Above that he wore a plain black t-shirt, not tucked in as it hung down loose to his upper thigh.  There was a black watch around his left wrist, and what looked like black cloth wrapped around his whole right arm.  There was a few month old layer of facial hair over his whole face, and similar growth on his head, all looking like a scruffy mess.<br/><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“Well... might as well, I'm here now...  no turning back...”</span>He muttered before collecting his dark sage green duffel bag full of all the cloths he had worn onto his back, a black folded garment bad holding his uniforms carried in his left hand, and a computer bag in his right hand.  With all of them, he moved over and through the gate, not even flinching when it opened on it's own for him.  The house he saw was about as utilitarian as the wall, though a little more with the plain white paint.  All this must have cost quite a bit and be relatively new, at least it looked like it did.<br/><br/>At the door to the building, he set down his computer bag to knock.  It opened for him to enter, but he was surprised to find that there was only one person there and no where near the door, that had opened on it's own.  A quick survey of the room after he entered and the door shut behind him, sounding final, he took note of the bags on the left side of the plain hall, and the table with the packets that the woman was rifling through.  That woman appeared to be around his age, but ordinary at best.  She barely looked like she exorcised, and probably didn't have much fat because of how she ate.  From her looks, she didn't stand out much, especially when compared to his own fit build, muscle that had only lost a little tone, and especially the scruffy look.<br/><br/>After the quick survey of the room, Nathaniel moved over to where he saw the bags and set his own down next to the ones already there, only leaving a small space between them.  The papers drew his attention a bit as he moved over  in that direction, but to the other end of the table away from the girl that had been there first.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Hi.”</span>Was all he said to her before focusing on the papers. His tone was neutral, neither aggressive but not exactly inviting conversation either.   Nine stacks of paper, probably one for each person that was invited here.  Each one was probably for someone different, and the one with the eagle emblem he guessed was for him, but he didn't do more than leaf through it a bit before backing off.<br/><br/>Instead he just moved over to the left side wall next to his bags and just leaned there against the wall, following the instructions of the paper on the door.  Waiting.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>