<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Scene 03</strong></span></span></div><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Location</strong>: ADAMS Headquarters (First Haven, Watcher’s Island). Central Command - Personal Office of Director Percival Yao<br/><strong>Date</strong>: 5 January 2099. Monday<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Afternoon<br/><strong>Who</strong>: Percival Yao<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Next question, please,” his computer screen said in Tianran’s voice. Yao glanced up from the papers strewn out across his desk and tapped his pen. After a moment he rewinded the recording of the press conference back to its beginning. Overall it had gone well. Indira had been more than pleased with the Tianran, Afia, and Julie’s performances. Yao wouldn’t exactly say he was pleased, though the press conference had gone as it was supposed to and had provided him with some new, and necessary, information.<br/><br/><em>Julie Tanaka</em>. As Yao flipped through his pile of papers, filling in what needed to be filled in while dotting all the I’s and crossing the T’s, he occasionally glanced up to remind himself of the person he was doing all this for. Julie Tanaka. Young, bright, and behavioral notes all pointed towards obedience to ADAMS. And apparently quite personable. Yao wracked through his brain trying to find a memory of her from when she entered the program, but he found he couldn’t recall her introduction into ADAMS. As a formality he briefly met every trainee, though there were so many of them that it was rare for any of them to stick in his mind until they did something remarkable or had been part of the program for long enough.<br/><br/>Julie was both. He most certainly remembered the ‘recorder’ incident that had involved her. It had been strange, of course, and had briefly warranted consideration if she should continue with the program, though in the end the reasonable decision to continue her training had been decided. There were worst eccentricities for potential pilots to have than a strong attachment to a personal recorder. Often time Yao should it was impossible to work at ADAMS without developing or revealing some hang up or oddity. After all, when the world’s greatest minds were gathered together in one place that also meant gathering up the weirdos. The distinct image of Laustin, ADAMS very own director of Research and Development, wandering around the labs in his slippers drifted into Yao’s mind.<br/><br/>He sighed and shook his head as he flipped to the second to the last page. The vast majority of paperwork was done electronically though a few things, such as what he was filling out now, were still required to be done by hand. Sometimes an electronic signature just didn’t cut it. The sound on his computer was suddenly silenced and the video was replaced with the communication link interface as he received a call.<br/><br/>“Director Yao? Trainee Julie Tanaka is here,” his personal assistant’s cheerful voice announced.<br/><br/>“Yes. Send her in now,” Yao as he continued to fill out the last bits of information that the form needed. When the doors to his office slid open Yao lifted his free hand and waved Julie in without looking up. After waving her in he exited out of the press conference recording and put his computer on standby.<br/><br/>Yao’s personal office was what someone would expect of ADAMS prime director. Modern, sleek, and full of expensive technology and equipment. Though there were a few unusual additions that revealed some personalization. The desk was wooden and old, with several prominent nicks on its surface. It was covered with evidence that it was a desk that had seen a lot of work done at it. Yao’s entire office seemed to display evidence that the place was not only for work, but that someone practically lived there. There was a pile of neatly arranged shoes by the door and more than one coat and scarf hanging on the rack situated there as well. It suggested that Yao was used to changing at the office and leaving clothes there. Not to mention the various personal objects that dotted the rest of the office that someone who was only there nine to five wouldn’t bother keeping there.<br/><br/>Though most telling was how one corner of the office had been sectioned off by privacy dividers made out of paper and wood. Hidden behind it was a cot and pillows. Yao had a more professional office within ADAMS, though he didn’t bother to relocate for this meeting.<br/><br/>“Tanaka. Take a seat,” Yao offered. There were two seats in front of Yao’s desk. Both were made out of uncomfortable metal. “Or don’t. Whatever your preference is. It doesn’t matter to me. So, I'd guess you're either confused on why you were called here or you know exactly why you're here. If it's the latter don't play coy. So, tell me which it is."