*he grins, shrugging lightly, obviously enticed by your offer...ordinarily, he would have just been enticed, though fairly wary...but now he seemed to almost jump at the chance* Sure! That would be...great! *he laughs a bit, looking around a bit* Heh...where do we start?

** He stood then slowly motioning back towards the town car, about a block away. Saying off-handed. .. the echoed effect, the allurement seeming to have lessened a bit as he said off handed. . ** Perhaps if you truly like the installment, you can even stay . . . a night or two. . . ** He slowly started walking towards the town car, a smile, warm and seeming a bit kind-hearted upon his face. ** I believe that young Jason we will have many things to discuss together, I believe it is safe to wager we have many things in common as well. **He moved allowing the child to follow, nearly tortuous slow pace, until

finally nearing the car, the attendant/driver already waiting with the door open. Saying then too, leaning towards the young Jason . .** This of course is Top Secret, I assume you can retain that. . . ** Adding that frill, and safety measure towards the offer, as if he needed to do anything but else.**

*he smiles, shrugging slightly* Hey, that's be great! *he smirks to himself...yes, this vacation was getting /much/ better than he had planned. At hearing the 'Top Secret' bit, he nods* Hey, sure thing. Not a word to anyone else, got it. *he waits until you motion for him to get into the car before he does* And I'll bet we have a lot in common too, J.X.

** He waited for the child to enter, by motioning with a single hand, and then sliding into the all leather interior after. The driver then closing the door behind them. Darkness surrounded them as he then flicked on some of the holographics, knowing that the military hadn't disclosed such glorious technologies as of yet. Touching the less than paper thin play of light, as if a touch screen on a computer, allowing the multicolored glow to reflect off him, his hands, casting his face to those same hues. ** Perhaps we should contact. . parents. . . guardians of your location. . .incase you do like the installment, and wish to stay, perhaps even forever. There is an infinite well of sheer knowledge. . . ** Saying off handed again as he then nodded towards the boy to touch the holographic images. . . leaning towards him again ** anything you wish to know. . . in time. Anything. ** Not having to speak why he had seemed to 'hand' pick the child off the street. He watched as another screen appeared before him, Someone updating him on the status of a few of the injured in the last skirmish with the RUNners. . . they had invaded his home. . and forced his hand in to warfare against them. Something he preferred not to do, kill, main, capture, but instead would do now after the light of these events. He watched the figure fall to silence as he threw up a hand, and then nodded saying ** Later. . . ** the screen fell to blackness again as he watched the boy ** interested? ** Actually allowing the child to access for himself. If needed he would influence. He knew the child had seen nothing, but even if he was interested in this mere wading pool of information in a vast sea, he could work on that. He could use that. . . rather than having to create the desires. . **

*he gets in the car, watching silently as you call up the holographic display, a look of wonder on his face* Whoa...*he blinks at your offer, then laughs slightly* Stay forever? Hey, look, J.X., I might want to stay at this place, whatever it is, forever, but I doubt I can. I mean, I'm just on vacation...and I doubt my parents would let me live on my own yet. But yeah, I'm interested! *he grins, pointing the holographic device* So, what kind of an operation do you run, anyway? *inside, he's exploding with excitement...this was the sort of thing he's always dreamed about. Top-secret military organizations with

high-tech toys and equipment. He would have simply been happy seeing an up-to-date, fully operational military facility, but something that used Holograms like this as a simple tool? This was too much!*

** He rose a brow as he sat back in his seat, the same hand reaching upwards and stroking his chin. Saying then as he continued to look straight forward. ** I am assured if you like it, your parent's would allow you to stay. I have geat, influence, over certain matters. And I am sure, if you are as I believe. . . dedicated, you could be an . . .essential ... worker, not an offer to be taken lightly. ** He rose a brow at his question, allowing his hand to linger his other arm to drape again over his chest. Motioning with the hand that fell from his chin pointing towards the screen for a moment. ** Covert ops., Recon, the run of the mill operation. ** saying nearly absently.** The protection of human society at a whole. ** He shook his head a bit and then glanced back towards the boy. ** It isn't everyday I wander the streets of Paris, ** the word said in the perfect French ** and find any child that has an inclined interest in certain affairs. You are. . . special. ** Assuming that the child knew of his abilities. Before the child could also be allowed near the facility he would need to be Psi scanned, strip searched, and quarantined. . .his powers assessed, a file written up. . contacts made. He then rubbing his thumb and forefinger over his brow, this was his day /off/ **

*he scratches the back of his head, as if slightly unsure about this* Uh, yeah, speaking about that...just.../how/ am I special? I mean, I'm kinda shocked by this myself...it's not usual for me to meet someone like you who just ups and offers to take me to a super-secret covert operations place. *he holds up his hands defensively, afraid that he might have offended you* Not like I don't appreciate this, but I'm just curious is all...

** He was again amused. A smile brushed over his lips momentarily as he then said ** You don't know? Then we shall both have to discover the mystery together. Have you noticed anything odd. . . in the recent months? Perhaps you are a bit stronger, faster, smarter, than others your age. best of your class, star of the track team, surely perhaps something has sparked a small red flag deep inside that calls, this isn't normal. That's what I am speaking of. Everyone thinks they are unique, special, but very few are. I /know/ you are. perhaps a . . . character call on my behalf. ** He then left the subject alone. Looking towards the holographic program that was still displayed. Knowing then words glowing on the bottom of the screen would mean nothing to him simply orange on black background reading G.U.A.R.D. He smiled dully at this too as the car slowed towards an outskirt compound, looking nothing out of the usual from the outside. Almost like a simple business building, a technology manufacturer, something that required a business suit and a tie. **

*as you talk, he thinks...was this guy a psychic or something?* Well...yeah, actually...now that you mention it...what is this all about? *he gulps, looking around nervously* That waiter called someone, didn't he? Look, I don't know /what/ happened at the restaurant, okay? *he looks at the screen, raising an eyebrow* G.U.A.R.D.? ..what's that?

** He rose a brow questioning quietly as the boy explains ** Waiter? Whatever are you talking about? ** He allowed a rumbling chuckle as he shook his head. ** No waiter called me. . .and G.U.A.R.D. is exactly that, guards. . .the acronym stands for Genetically Unnatural Apprehensions and Research Department, a name that actually sounds intimidating at first, but grows on you. . .** He smiled a touch deeper as he made the holographic screen dissipate with a single touch, and darkness enveloped the pair. He then said as the driver moved to open the doors. ** There are tests you'll have to pass, you know usual things that we require of 'visitors'. . .** He hadn't used his power since the Eiffel tower, and he hadn't seen a use for it. ** I will not leave your side. . . if you like.

*sighing in relief, he smiles at you* The waiter didn't call you? Phew...okay...just checking...^^ So, uh, Genetically Unnatural Apprehensions and Research Department, eh? Something like, oh, cloning and genetic alteration, right? Interesting. *he looks over at the driver, then back to you* Uh, tests? Sure...as long as I don't have to sell my soul to look around, right? *he laughs, hiding his apprehension of the moment in the expression of mirth as he steps out of the car and looks around*

** He watched the child for a long moment as the car then drove away and he neared the main entrance. It was still under reconstruction, several guards were heavily armed and a few HUNTERS milled about the construction that was taking place. A small sign that read -O.O.P.S. (( Optional Occupational Placement Sciences )) Construction-. . .and the RUNners claimed that G.U.A.R.D. failed at a sense of humor. He wandered past the first tarp, a few small scaffoldings, and kept the child nearby. Pausing at the first of many doors saying. ** No waiter called, and cloning is an illegal and inhumane act, as is meddling with living humans for their genetics and the alteration of their genetics. ** Looking to the boy as if he were surprised he would ask such a question. He placed his hand upon a small scanner they had propped up, a few metal detectors, and he motioned the boy to leave his belongings with the third gate. Getting in was /much/ harder now. ** Sell your soul? Hardly. . . **He then paused at a retinal scan, and then at a telepath, he rose his brow towards the child, as he was scanned, and then his internal com system checked. He then watched the boy carefully, as thus far the child had not had a single test performed on him. **

*he smirks and snickers at the 'O.O.P.S.' sign, shaking his head. He stays close to you, if for no other reason than that he didn't want to get the sentinels that he just walked past to shoot him. If nothing else, he knew that whatever guns they had would pack one hell of a wallop* Well, tell /that/ to Richard Seed...you know, that guy who cloned a sheep a couple of years back? From what I hear, he's gonna clone himself, and raise the clone-baby, which his wife is gonna have...*he leaves his stuff there...just a backpack and a few other bags...souvenirs from the Musee de l'Armee. He looks around at the tests your taking and smirks* Man...this is some tight security.

** With the Telepathic scan complete, nothing that would be noted visually, seeming two men standing there for a moment in silence. He looked towards the kid nodded ** Yes. . . Richard Seed, the man who has stood on the shoulders of genius to make an utter ass of himself. I hope he succeeds, and the world will recoil in their revolution. ** Of course he couldn't reveal such sensitive material to a new comer, and he somehow assumed the child would understand later. He then wandered to another part of the compound, and motioned towards a door that had above it scrolled in French - Arrivee - (Arrivals) and the door slid open. A few technicians huddled in white coats over machines, another simply gazing at a small holographic window and then turned to smile at the pair. Obviously the leader of the team she moved towards JX speaking in French ** {What do we have here? A new one? }** She glanced towards Jason and said with a smile ** {Hello] ** J.X. simply nodded towards her and said that the child spoke English, and she then turned back to Jason nodding ** TECHIE - Well then welcome. . .will you please take a seat? ** J.X. nodded towards the table that the techie indicated. . . remaining standing, watching Jason carefully. The techie then asked him ** TECHIE - What is your name? ** Her accent thick, and she was already preparing a few of the testing instruments.

 

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