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Orlando exited the staircase and held the door open for Wilson. "This is the cafeteria. You can get anything you want." It was a buffet of sorts, healthy substantial foods. Tables and benches littered the middle of the room for people to sit. With the madness going on in the facility, it was rather empty.
"ooh..." *buffet. plenty of fresh cooked food to eat. Wilson is ready, and is looking for Steak and Potato* *Wilson is incredibly content now. it might take a serious shock to get him nervous and ready to go burnt again*
Orlando helped himself to a hearty plate of food and went to sit down at a table.
From inside the cafeteria, the faint echoing sound of footsteps could be heard from the stairwell. The door to the cafeteria opened abruptly, and in stepped Alexandra, followed by Kadmoss. She sighed with just an added hint of annoyance. Waving a guard over, Kadmoss was released from his handcuffs.

"Well, seeming how you're already chums with Orlando, I'm assigning you to be his temporary partner, along with the elsen. Get something to eat, and maybe you three could discuss among yourselves how great it's going to be working with one another. In the meantime, I'll be gathering research for what I hope to be your first mission... Capturing that crazed werewolf. And don't forget, I've got my eye on you. Dismissed."

She turned in a huff and entered the stairwell again, heading to her personal office. She'd make sure she kept a close eye on them through surveillance cameras. In the meantime, recapturing that werewolf would be her number one priority. Maybe now she had the kind of team that would be able to contain such a volatile subject.
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Arriving in her office, she glanced over the files from that night that the werewolf and elsen had originally escaped. Pictures of maimed employees, damage done by the werewolf and the tar monster...

Anger. She immediately was angry for what had happened that night. For the lives lost, and the damage costs... but she felt a twinge of something else briefly course through her.

What was that feeling...?
When she introduced him to the agent he simply replayed "Charmed" dryly, he was generally surprised when they undid his cuffs. When she left he remained fixed in position, expecting some kind of attack. When nothing happened he slowly walked towards the table, sitting down opposite Orlando. "So, you know anything about this?"
"...about...what...?" Orlando asked slowly as he chewed his food. His free hand moved slowly towards his boot, to retrieve a small knife he kept hidden there. He couldn't trust him. He was dangerous.
"Apparently you and i are partners according to some woman, something about a crazed werewolf." Kadmoss was sitting with his hands in his lap, making quick darting glances. This was weird, in all his two centuries on the surface he'd never been invited, well demanded, to assist a agent in anyway never mind become his partner. He wasn't sure how to feel, on the one hand a trap seemed obvious yet on the other if they wanted him dead or tortured they'd have done it by now. Besides he didn't understand why they would set up this... Whatever this bizarre scenario was.
*eating up, Wilson interjects,* "they're not called 'werewolf'. his name is Nathaniel." *Wilson thinks that calling them crazed was Rude*
Kadmoss slowly turned his head towards Wilson. "What did you say?" His voice was stern and authoritive, losing its young whine.
"His name is Nathaniel." *Wilson continues to happily eat mashed potatoes*
Kadmoss took a sudden deep breath, one that ended with a sigh. "Nathaniel? Nathaniel the werewolf? One that broke out of here?" Kadmoss cracked his jaw moving it side to side, his brain absorbing this information.
"yea. He has a friend named Gabriel. I guess we want to help his friend to?"
At the name Gabriel Kadmoss eye twitched, he clasped his hands together and all colour drained from his face. "We're hunting Gabriel? Is this a sick joke?" He asked as his eyes burned into Orlando.
Orlando leaned forward. "You know about him?" He asked.
"Nathaniel? No. But I don't need to meet the host to know that the parasite is bad. Gabriel is... Something else entirely. I don't much care for you or your walking oil drum here, but if it's Gabriel were after I'll have to trust you to at least some degree. So Orlando, can I trust you to at least stay silent about what I'm about to tell you?"
His eyes narrowed. "What do you mean? This whole place is bugged so it's not really me you need to worry about hearing."
"But can I trust you?" He asked again.
"So long as what you are able to tell me will not endanger other humans." Orlando told him truthfully.
*oil drum?* "Thats Rude." *with that, Wilson stands to go get more potatoes and sit at a different table*

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