[Sadrain]

November 25th, Chicago; Base. 10PM.

Elek was pleased with what he 'saw'. Although there were many mental groans, especially during first hours, he sensed a strong feeling of motivation and determination. Only some were put down by the way Eve treated them. The rest wanted to prove her wrong, learn from her (and kick her ass). He chuckled a little at the idea, remembering what he had witnessed last night. It seemed the only way to defeat her was really from inside.

The train of his thoughts were stopped as someone tapped on his shoulder. Elek turned around, surprised to find one of the outer post guards here. "What happened?" he immediately asked, knowing that this man wouldn't be here unless something had gone wrong.
"There is this man - it seems he has been looking all over the place for you. He found an entrance guard and now refuses to leave until he has spoken with you. We couldn't attack him, nor let him go away..." the man trailed off, sending off guilty waves. Elek gave him a pat on shoulder.
"It's fine, I will be going back with you."

November 25th, Chicago; Outside the NorthWest System. Noon.

Ryan was here for two hours already. While finding and picking up a loose end on a thread that would lead him to the 'rebellion' was not so hard, it seemed they were more strict than he had predicted. He had asked, demanded, even threatened the guards, but they wouldn't budge. So, the man settled for their offered solution of waiting for the leader here. And since then, he had been pacing around, except for few short pauses.

Finally, he stopped again, and went to check in Alice. It seemed like she was awake now, and right under the hot sun. He had unbuckled the belt before, so now Ryan could pull her to side and out of the sun. He gave her some juice and talked with Alice for a bit. Even though he tried to appear calm, his slightly shaky movements, fast speech, gave away how he really felt.

Ryan got out of car right in time to see a strange pair walk out of the sewer entrance. The man was tall, in his mid thirties, but the girl seemed rather young and petite, simply a teen compared to the older man. The second thing he noticed about the man were still, teal eyes. He had never seen anyone with such eye color. But these days, Ryan had seen a lot of unusual things. The girl had a rather menacing aura about her, though, as she shot him a glare. She had to be his body guard or something...

Ryan stepped forwards and they exchanged their names. "I and my friend want to join your cause," he stated. "I am offering my service and good deal of money."
"Slow down, what is this friend of yours?" Elek asked. This man had such a aura of pain, stress and tiredness, it swarmed his mind and Elek couldn't make anything out of the chaotic thoughts, only something about safety, Alice, escaping. These thoughts kept looping

Ryan went to the car, pulled out the wheelchair and then, much more carefully, the girl. He put her in and moved the chair over to the pair. "This is my friend, Alice." "If you don't take me, at least take her..." Ryan suddenly sounded desperate.

"What's wrong with her?" Aiolia asked, looking the strange pair over. They both had white hair, and the man obviously cared for the girl. Were they siblings? The age difference was rather large, though. And he had introduced her as friend. Something definitely smelled fishy here...
"I... I don't know," Ryan admitted, defeated, shoulders slumping. Aiolia quirked an eyebrow. "How do you mean - you don't know?" Getting frustrated with the absurd situation, her tone grew harsh. "Well, you know, why don't you two just get lost till you figure it ou--"

"That's enough, Aiolia. Let me try something and then we can decide," Elek spoke up, in firm tone and Aiolia immediately backed off. The man knelt down and looked closely at her face. It would help him concentrate and reach to her mind. Although he had all the reasons to not trust the pair, and he didn't, this girl intrigued him. Something very familiar was coming from her, although tuned down. Like rich vein of gold, right under the surface.

"Don't be afraid, I mean you no harm."