<strong>Location:</strong>ADAMS Headquarters (First Haven, Watcher’s Island). The Pilot’s Barracks - Cafeteria<br/><strong>Date:</strong>5 January 2099. Monday<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Cy Cabatuan<br/><br/><hr/><br/>An irritating twitch reverberated over Cy's synthetic eye as he walked through the familiar corridors of First Haven. His hand came up and massaged the affected area, only giving a slight reprieve, but still enough for it to be deemed effective. The eye always seemed to cause him trouble. Only top notch treatment for Grigori pilots. Of course whether it was from his mistakes or just lack of actual effective technology, it was far from being perfect. He could see well enough out of it, but the twitching caused problems, especially in cold weather. For a second, his gaze passed over a rather shiny panel, one that reflected his face back at him. He frowned a bit as he saw it, noticing a small tear that had escaped, due to the irritant.<br/><br/>"At least it was just the eyeball you lost, keep positive."<br/><br/>And he ended the muttering with a nod as he wiped away the tear. No, he still had to remember he had his life and he was still young. At least as young as a Grigori pilot who had been in the program since 15 could be, that tended to raise the mileage a bit more. Still, positivity was the word for today. He had time to get used to his surroundings again, which wasn't too hard, he quite liked this spartan lifestyle. As maddening as living what was close to a civilian life could be, the one thing he did miss was having his own kitchen. It was really the only way he could taste the food that his family made, even if he couldn't make it as perfectly as his parents.<br/><br/>And that reminded him as he felt his stomach rumble. Taking a hint, he headed to the cafeteria. Decent food, but not his favorite of course, and as soon as he got his food, sat down at a table. It was obvious that at this point, he'd be alone, he'd prepared for that. He doubtfully couldn't call old friends, friends anymore. At least, the ones that still survived. And anyone who hadn't met him before, were usually warned by others. With a sigh his eyes moved to the TV screens, at least that would make it feel less awkward. It was interesting to see the old spin-doctor at work, and he had sort of wished he had seen what exactly the PR department had come up with the day before. He wondered too if they had even announced his own return, but he doubted it. They sort of had to deny it happened. Either way, these were always entertaining to a degree, Indira carefully made it that way. He remembered his own first time in front of the camera. It was a simple question, it wasn't even meant to be tricky: "Do you ever want to visit your hometown while you're a pilot?"... Which he answered, "Hard to say, my hometown is underwater and in ruins." He had said it totally innocently, but he could tell that it almost gave PR a heart attack, and that was the end of his time in the limelight.<br/><br/>His attention was pulled away from memories and to a voice that came from a person opposite to him. He hadn't even noticed the entrance of said person until he spoke up. Cy's mouth curved in a small smile, despite the fact he received none from the man. It didn't matter, really he was trying to figure out who this man was so he focused less on the lack of smile to this man's identity.<br/><br/>"Oh... Harker was it? I remember you, I guess I never got to really get to know you. I was being put in a lot of missions back to back for those few years. I've been... fine... but that doesn't matter. You're certainly more seasoned."