“The Triangle? Never heard of them. They like the Syndicate and are a bunch of Merc’s or something political like Humaniy First?” He asked as a chair formed for him to sit in. He looked a bit stunned at the revelation that he was ‘dead for nearly a quarter century.<br/><br/>“I’m guessing they have some sort of leverage on you. What sort? Physical threat to you, or family members being held hostage. I won’t lie I want out but I don’t think you can make me into a slave-bot, my brother built in protections after one close call.” He drummed his fingers on his leg as he sat, looking more ‘awake’ now that he had a problem to work out.<br/><br/>“You can add in information to me as you move me to the host, we can plan out things here and see what my host has access to after you put me in it. Is it another robot frame? I’m guessing you’re some sort of devisor given you are here. Though I’m sure after two decades a gadgeteer might have been able to cobble up something to allow access. Step one, tell them however you are getting in is strictly keyed to you. That way we can plan as needed.”<br/><br/>Just talking with Darren made him seem more and more alive, more hopeful, perhaps it was not just dreams he’d Ben reliving could he have relived the bad points of his life? Like the death of his brother? Whatever it was that woke him up,it was clear he was ready to fight again, there was a soldier like intensity about his questions about the situation he and Darren were in.