<div class="floatright">(http://bp2.blogger.com/_H19UxbFBays/RxdbaWnouVI/AAAAAAAABFU/oUaC21qFpcQ/s320/KarlUrban_Grani_3086070_400.jpg)</div>Brett looked at the two beauties across from him as the chopper passed over yet more gorgeous Alaskan scenery. The Doctor (the only medical one), a highly enticing asian woman, was looking a bit green from the ride. He offered a smile, and noticed she’d taken the other woman’s hand. That other woman, the fellow engineer, was an equally appealing brunette, who probably seemed the most excited of all of them.<br/><br/>Except maybe for him, but his fun loving smile rarely left his face. In the most dire times he joked. In the best times....he joked. It’s just who he was. Many people learned to find it endear...he rather hoped this group was those type of people. Others found him immature, annoying, intolerable. Her simply preferred the term incorrigible - another that had been applied to him often enough.<br/><br/>As the helicopter descended he broke of his mental analysis of his companions, and gazed out the small window at the cabin that was to be their home - or at least the start of it. They had plenty more to build, it seemed; but the small cabin was enjoyable looking. With a wry grin he moved his guitar into his lap and attempted to strum a solo version of “The Ride of the Valkyries” - musically referencing a rather jacked up movie. He doubted anyone got the joke...or heard it.<br/><br/>Once on the ground he took his pack and slung it over the opposite shoulder as his guitar and strolled on up to the cabin, watching the ladies go on ahead. he hung back with Carver, the quintessential rugged, outdoorsman. Brett was looking forward to the girls, and he’d shared some in his past, but never had the urge to do anything further with another man. He had to wonder if Carver would end up a like a friend or brother, or more of competition. It would certainly be interesting...that was for certain!<br/><br/>Interesting generally meant fun....<br/><br/>he looked over his shoulder as the chopper took back off and retreated, leaving this group of highly educated, highly skilled, highly probed, prodded and tested social misfits alone. The games had truly begun with no other fanfare. The four of them were all there was.<br/><br/>Looking to his fellow lab rat, he patted the man on the back, “Well, we could have worse looking ladies to work with, eh mate?” His grin was wide and his English accent, while faded after the years, still came through. With a shrug he didn’t wait for an answer and jogged up ahead to scout the cabin.<br/><br/>A large central room greeted him, which a kitchen overlooked. A small dining area, a bathroom a door that led to the clinic, and another that led to the barracks style bedroom. He laughed dumped his crap on the nearest bed, rifled through to pull out a bottle; before making his way back in to ‘great room’. “Alright folks, I was rather without anyone to celebrate my selection into such prestigious company, so I figured I’d save the bottle until I got to meet everyone here.” He pulled off the circular icepack and exposed a bottle of Dom Pérignon, which he brandished for all to see. “Besides, I figured we might all need a bit of an ice breaker.”