"A week huh...?  And mostly, honestly, but after this..." he laughed, the sort of thing that just<em>had</em>to require a devious smirk on it "They'll be kissing our feet, at our beck and call for my newest project.  Violent as it was, unfortunate as it was to those that lost their lives, this actually might be better for my project, gives both corps a moral justification to complete it too.  Anyway, enough about that, 'cause right now I think we can both use a drink when we get back!"<br/><br/>And 'when they got back' was perhaps a minute later, arriving at the Ares Helipad where they were both met by a squadron of Firewatch, a rare,<em>rare</em>treat, as few had the opportunity to meet Ares' elite special forces, as famed as the UCAS Navy SeALs and Tir Ghosts, and even fewer lived to tell about them.  Because she was with Mr. Johnson, she'd be allowed in free of security checks and verifications, and Alice would be guided to a Mr. Johnson's office - about what one would expect of an office but with a lot more computer systems and several weapon, armor, and other armory-type models about, many likely prototypes.  Mr. Johnson himself would join her after about seven minutes, coming back cleaned and dressed in an outfit that doesn't have dirt, grime, blood, or anything else on it.  Sitting behind his desk, he reaches under and produces two cans of imported beers, looking to be heavy stouts.<br/><br/>"Now we just have to wait around for our darling Ghost and that mage of yours to wander their way back to us.  You like the heavy beers?" he said, offering her one as he opened the other for himself "And don't worry: without fail Miss Morris will wander her sexy black ass back in here without a spec of dirt on her, like she used to all the goddamn time.  Quite infuriating sometimes, I tell you what..."