<strong>Location</strong>: ADAMS Headquarters (First Haven, Watcher’s Island). Grigori Docking Bay - Entry Plug of Unit 01-Samyaza<br/><strong>Date</strong>: 5 January 2099. Monday<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Afternoon<br/><strong>Who</strong>: David Shepherd<br/><br/><hr/><br/>When he was inside the entry plug with Allen it almost felt like no one else existed. Sometimes it didn't even seem like the world itself existed anymore. All of space, time, and dimension was erased away and shrunk until the only things left were himself, his brother, and the confining walls of the entry plug.<br/><br/>It wasn’t true. David knew that right outside the entry plug there were hundreds of engineers and researchers busy at their work. Scientists and soldiers of various disciplines teeming around the unit as they went through the motions of their jobs. With the visual and audio monitoring cut to one way, observation to unit only, David couldn't see or hear them. But he had watched everyone as he had waited to enter the entry plug so he could imagine everything that was going on. David had never seen the docking bay peaceful. With all the testing going on the bay and bridge were just as busy as if it was a real launch.<br/><br/>David had to crane his neck so he could glance beside him to see Allen. The suits and helmets pilots had to wear were essential to their survival and acted an important component to operating the unit effectively, but that didn’t make them comfortable to wear. It made David feel smaller. And alone.<br/><br/>“Allen?” His question activate the communication link between their helmets. He kept his eyes on his brother, but Allen didn’t look back towards him or respond. Allen was just staring with an empty expression at the gentle glow of the status screen in front of them.<em>Start up sequence in progress</em>- the cheerful orange text displayed on the screen gave them only the barest of information of what was going on outside. David parted his lips to ask his brother’s name again, but the orange glow shifted to blue as Metatron enabled mutual audial communication.<br/><br/>“Good afternoon, Director André,” the brother’s replied in unison. Though David’s voice was almost lost in Allen’s. It was like someone had slipped new batteries into his brother. One moment he was doing absolutely nothing but sitting there and waiting. And then in the next moment Allen’s smile as back in place and he was suddenly responsive.<br/><br/>“We’re ready for directives.”<br/><br/>“Yeah,” David agreed as he turned his head away from Allen and looked back to the soothing blue glow of the screen. He had never quite been able get over the strange feeling he got knowing he was being watched, but being unable to see the people that were watching him.