"Hm?" Joshua looked sideways to look at Nancy as she mentioned grilled chicken day. Yes, that was today wasn't it? It was probably the closest thing the inmates had to a calendar since they weren't given any. You know, since they might use it as a weapon against them. Sometimes Joshua wonders what kind of ideas flow through the people who make the rules. Elizabeth was given paper and crayons, but not a calendar? It just makes you wonder.

Before he could reply to what she said, she had changed the subject. The subject being Sasha Belov, a patient who had arrived about a year prior to now. He was a Russian mercenary, believed to be part of a group that worked for the American government. One mission went wrong and he was almost sent to prison but was bailed out by the government. And now, here he was. In a place probably worse than a prison.

"I know of him, yes. But he doesn't fall under my jurisdiction whenever he needs to take his meds." Joshua replied. He knew that he should be thankful to whatever god was out there when he wasn't assigned to Sasha's sector. Sure, he would patrol there but not when he had to take his medications. "A lot of my co-workers talk about him though. Him and his hatred for medications are a cause of headache for them." And other muscle pains considering how much he resists.

"Weird ideas like?"

@Inda

All at once the last thing Sasha said to her came back. Don't tell anyone I said these things to you; it'll just get us both in trouble. What kind of trouble?

Nancy could have kicked herself. The meds made her way too mouthy. She would have to work on that.

Nancy tried to get herself out of the hole she had just dug. "I just think he's having trouble adjusting. He hasn't been here as long as some others, I know. But I think he's feeling cooped up. Antsy, you know? I wish there was some program we offered here to allow patients some time outside. I know this is a military hospital and a lot of these people have triggers and probably know confidential information, so I get why we're secluded. I just wish they could blow off some steam. Might be good for them."

She hoped she was convincing enough. She hated being lied to, so she made a habit of not lying herself. Was this a lie? It wasn't the information she had first brought up, but those thoughts weren't necessarily false. She did think those things.

"I wonder if I put together a proposal if I could get something new started here. You know, increase the quality of life inside."

Nancy started to blabber on about the patients being cooped up and just getting antsy. He listened to the end, occasionally nodding when she made a point. Her last statement tugged a smile on his face. How nice. How very nice. She was probably an angel that had descended upon this asylum to care for everyone inside, patient or otherwise. 'Hulog ng langit' was how the Filipinos said it. She was so kind-hearted that it actually pained Joshua to see her work here, in this godforsaken place that does who knows what to its patients.

"Indeed, it would be nice if you are able to improve the quality of living in this place." He said with a nod. "But I doubt you can do it. I doubt anyone can do it, besides Doctor Greene and he's too focused on... well, whatever the hell he does." He continued to speak. He doesn't care if Doc Greene hears about this or not. It's not like he was badmouthing the guy. At least, he isn't saying it out loud. The guy's too fake for Joshua's comfort. "But if you're planning on doing it, it would probably be best to appeal to the other nurses and the guards." He suggested. Might not be a serious idea but he was throwing this out there should Nancy ever think of going through it. However, there are no recreational events in this place. After all, it's not crazies they're dealing with. They're dealing with traitors, deserters, well-trained mercenaries and others. He overheard a doctor saying that they didn't need any of those because there's nothing to reform. They're here for another reason.

It was jail, but at the same time, it's not.

He placed his hands in his pockets. "However, you did not really answer my earlier question." Joshua pointed out, pertaining to the weird ideas Sasha had been spouting off. "But I understand if it is patient confidentiality. Although I won't be surprised if he said something along the lines of something in this hospital is weird, and that it's dangerous. That's the talk of patients after all." Not only the patients, mind you, even the guards. No one knew what was happening besides the head guards and it gives the others the creeps.

"There's something going on here. And I advise you to keep yourself to keep sharp Nancy. You're probably the only nurse the patients trust and that puts you in a terrible situation."

@Inda

Sasha read his book for about another hour before he finally got too antsy to sit any longer. He needed to get up and move around before he went to bed, or else he'd never sleep. The man stood and took his tray back up to the line, where he dumped the trash off and set it with the other dirty ones. As he left, Sasha noticed nurse Nancy coming in with one of the guards. He was glad that she was feeling better, at least.

He passed them and headed out into the hall. Sasha wandered a little, pretty aimlessly, around the hallways. He found a nice window to stop at and look out for a while. The sun was setting and the moon was slowly raising into the sky. He watched for a while until he got bored with it, then strolled off again. He ended up at the common room where a lot of the patients came to play games or just socialize. Sasha liked to come here because it was one of the only rooms that had a deck of cards. He had his various skills at card games: poker, black jack, spades. But his favorite to play here was solitaire. Mostly because it didn't involve another person.

He walked in, acknowledging the two other people in the room with only a nod. He sat down on a couch with a table in front of it, the cards neatly stacked there. Silently, Sasha began to lay out his game.

@metronome @unfallenangel

As the huge Russian entered the room Xander's head perked up. Looking at Jo briefly before his head returned to Sasha he said, "Hey Jo if it isn't the biggest baddest son of a bitch this side of the Iron Curtain." Shooting his hand up in the air with a slight wave he hollered, "Sasha my boy have you crushed anybody's skulls recently for the good mother Russia? If you haven't I take back everything I said and would hope you would spare my head for another day."

Xander had noticed the larger Russian wandering the halls. If he remembered correctly a few words, grunts, and what not had been exchanged between the two of them. However, he had a feeling that he liked Sasha. It was just the aura around the man. Strong, simple type, that was the kind that he could get along with. Even with Xander's babbling brook of a mouth he could always show respect to the right people.

There was something about the smell of a fresh deck of cards that took him back in time. He remembered the day he learned to play durak, which was a lot later in his life than most would think. It was also an Afghan that taught him.

Amid was, for all intents and purposes, Sasha's best friend. If his team was his family, then Amid was the closest thing to a brother he had. They had picked the Afghan up during a tour in the middle east. After storming and laying waste to one of the many bases of a nefarious extremist group, they had found the pitiful excuse of a human being in a cell towards the back. He had been tied to a chair, obviously beaten and tortured, and left there to die. Rats had taken several large chunks out of his ankles, and they seemed eager for more. When they entered the room, Sasha had been sure they had found a gruesome murder. But yet the man was somehow still alive.

Sasha was known to have a soft spot every once in a while. He couldn't stand helplessness, and this man was definitely helpless. He convinced his team that it was a good idea to take him with them back to their base and fix him up until they could get him somewhere safe. The team medic, a Frenchman named Bernard (he was a story for another time), hadn't been too thrilled to be given a lump of flesh to work on. A good "shut the fuck up" and a "do what I say" got him a little motivated.

Several days of around the clock care and Amid had made an amazing come back. He spoke fairly good English, and told them that he was a member of the Afghan army who had been part of an attack on the extremists. That attack, obviously, hadn't gone as planned. Sasha offered to take him back to his people, but Amid found their group more interesting. He wanted to join them and repay them for saving his life. In long run, Sasha was glad he did. Amid proved his worth time and time again.

He was a bit on the short side, standing at 5'5" if you included his curly hair. He was muscular, but the lean kind. He was, overall, a pretty unassuming looking man. People tended to look past him, which gave the mercenaries an upper hand when they didn't want to draw attention to themselves. He was very smart, and better yet, good with a gun. A few years down the road, and the Afghan was something of a right hand man to Sasha.

It had been Amid that taught Sasha how to play most card games. Sasha had never given them much thought before, but after Amid would walk into a casino and walk out considerably richer, he thought he should maybe give it a try.

The day he learned to play durak had been a darker one in his life. They were in Brazil, hunting a big time crime boss who's bounty had recently doubled. The man, who went only by "Rusco" had near militia-like forces under his command. He'd bought the police, he practically owned the city he lived in, and he ran drug and trafficking rings across the world. How one guy got so much power was a mystery to Sasha.

Their mission had been the usual golden plan: get in quietly and leave as loudly as possible. They had captured one of Rusco's lower goons and convinced him to give them a rough layout of the mansion this asshole lived in. It seemed to serve as a base of operation. The amount of people guarding it was ridiculous. Sasha and his team managed to get in without much trouble. They were working their way towards the game room where the man supposedly played poker every night at 7pm. Then all hell broke loose.

They were spotted by one of the guards and the next thing they knew, they were swarming like angry hornets. They were too close to just give up, so Sasha insisted they fight the numbers off. There were a lot of soldiers, but his team had much better training. They managed to get backed into the game room. They procured Rusco, but now found themselves trapped. Amid threatened to cut Rusco's throat out if he didn't call off his dogs, which worked pretty effectively. They inched out of the room, the air tense, with a very large knife held to the crime lord's neck should anyone decide to try some shit. They were out of the base and shoving Rusco in their vehicle when the guards started swarming again. Sasha, who had been bringing up the rear, told them to get in the van and get the hell out of there. He jumped on the back bumper and held on for dear life, using his other hand to spray bullets at anyone who got too close. They were almost to the main road when Sasha was hit. The bullet went straight for his gut, slipping perfectly in between the plates in his vest. He fell off the van and hit the dirt hard enough to knock the sense out of him.

The van stopped, but Sasha yelled at them to keep going, lest they all get roasted by the soldiers. Sasha vaguely remembered getting up on his knees and putting his hands on his head in surrender. He remembered looking down and seeing the blood quickly soaking through his armor. He barely remembered being dragged back towards the base before losing consciousness.

When he woke up, he found himself in a very uncomfortable position. His arms were tied above his head, chained up to a rafter with his toes barely scraping the ground. His ankles were zip tied together. And for some reason, he was naked save for the bandaging over his bullet wound. Rusco's second in command, Liam, stood before him, waiting for him to fully come to and realize how badly he'd fucked up.

They went back and forth cursing and shouting at each other. Liam wanted to know where his boss, and his paycheck, had been taken to. Sasha told Liam to stick a rifle firmly up his ass and pull the trigger. The torture that ensued made that remark slightly less worth it. He was beaten like a pinata until his pale skin was almost completely purple. When Sasha still didn't tell them what they wanted to know, they mixed together some boiling sugar and water and poured it all the way down his back. The pain was indescribable. His skin blistered and melted almost instantly, and when the sugar dried into a hard coat, they ripped it off and did it again. When the puddle of blood and boiled flesh beneath him grew to a considerable enough size, the torture finally stopped. They would give him a few hours to 'think about it', and they would be back. They left the last batch of sugar napalm dried to his back, effectively stopping him from bleeding out.

Sasha spent most of that time unconscious. He didn't remember much about his rescue. He remembered a lot of shouting and gunfire, and the white hot pain that came went he was taken down from the chain. He spent most of the ride back to their base, which had been moved after Rusco had been turned in, crying with relief. They didn't talk about that part.

That night hadn't been a fun one. Bernard and Amid tended to his injuries. Amid took a warm, wet cloth and slowly dissolved the dried blood and sugar on his back. The flesh was raw, with several chunks missing out of it. Sasha was pretty sure that Bernard had given him some kind of intense narcotic to keep him from waking the dead with his screaming. When it was all over and Sasha was dressed in fresh clothes and several miles of bandages, they sat down to play some cards. It helped put his mind at ease. He didn't remember, but Amid had later told him that he'd spent the better part of the night trembling and looking over his shoulder.

He didn't sleep at all, even though he probably needed it desperately. It was after everyone else had gone to bed and Amid was the last one staying up with him that the Afghan brought up durak.

"What do you mean you don't know how to play durak? Just what kind of Russian are you?" Amid had said incredulously.

"Not a very good one, I guess," Sasha said, managing to find a smile. They had stayed up until dawn playing, until Sasha was slumped over in his chair asleep.

As Sasha sat in the game room at this hell he now called home, remembering the days when he had friends and a family to look out for him, he was overcome with a crushing feeling of grief. Was all that gone now? Where was his team now? Was Amid still looking for him? Did they think he was dead? Would he ever see them again before this place made him disappear for good?

He was pulled out of it when Xander, the local smart mouth, spoke to him from across the room. Sasha looked up.
"No," He said, his tone sounding pretty serious, but his statement sounding otherwise. "I'm not a very good Russian."

Sasha had seemed delayed in his response to Xander. He couldn't tell if it was intentional to brush off his dumb statement or he was lost in a faraway thought that had returned to greet his mind. "Well Sash my boy that makes two...make that probably three of us that aren't good russians," Xander had a nice little laugh to that. "Why not pull up a chair over here brotha and join us for casual conversation. If you refuse though I might cry so I warn you I am an ugly crier."

Xander and Jo kept on moving pieces around the board as he thought about the rag tag group he ended up with in here. So many different operatives of different kinds here obviously. I bet some kind of uprising, you know like in the movies, around these parts would be better then anything Spielberg could ever create thinking to himself as he shifted around in his seat.

"I'm in the middle of a game," Sasha said stubbornly. He didn't like to socialize here. Probably because he got attached to people too easily, and any one of them was bound to go missing any day. But he was almost done with his game of solitaire, and as much as he hated to admit it to himself, he did kind of like Xander. From a distance, the man reminded him of a mouthier Amid.

After his game was over, ending with him being unable to make any more moves, Sasha put the deck back together and begrudgingly got up to transfer to the couch that sat slightly closer to the other two. He leaned on the arm of the couch, propping his head up with his right hand.

"So where are you two from?" He asked, finally. It seemed like a pretty standard conversation starter question.

Xander's eyes went wide. He didn't think it would be that easy to get into a conversation with the hulking Sasha. However, fate seems to be in their corner so he enjoyed the ride.

"Central Florida bud. Where the humidity is high and so is the age of the locals." finishing with a smile, "What about yourself big papa pump?"

Xander was honestly interested in learning a bit more about both of these guys. He had been here for a few months and, besides Nancy, he hadn't really gotten to know anyone else. Deep down though he knew that everyone began to know him because of how loud he could be.

Sasha didn't pretend like he understood the nickname. He probably didn't want to. He pretty much just ignored it and moved on. "Kazan," He said, then added, "Russia." The latter was pretty obvious. "I've uh...never been to Florida." He offered up the last part because after a year of no social life, he wasn't quite sure how to talk like a normal human being anymore. What the hell did he even have to talk about? He read books and scratched calendars into the wall for fun.

Nancy's brow furrowed. That was exactly what he had told her- that something was weird here, and that things were dangerous. Sure that was patient talk... but then why did Joshua word's echo Sasha's, about staying cautious and keeping her wits about her? People kept telling her how odd this place was... of course it was! It was on an island for crying out loud! She had thought the job posting was for movie extras at first. But this was the first time she had heard them from two totally different demographics of people within the space of only a couple hours.

"I highly doubt I'm in some kind of bad position. They like me now, but I haven't had to restrain any of them, or follow through on a procedure they don't want. Once I have to do that, I bet they won't trust me anymore." It was a sad thought, but true. "Besides, what's so bad about the patients trusting me? That's kind of what nurses strive for. Until they get burnt out, anyway."

They were nearly to the cafeteria by now and Nancy happened to glance through the door they were passing- the door into the recreation room. Xander and Sasha were in there, talking. Another patient she hadn't dealt with too much- Jocylin? Joanne? Something with a J- was playing checkers with Xander. She was glad there was something for them to do.

@Polaris North

@Eviledd1984 @Americore @Metronome



He eyes hardened at Kevin's statement. "Escape?" He pursed his lips and then couldn't help but let out a dry, hard laugh. "Where ever would they go? They're trapped on a bloody island!" He clapped his hands together in front of him and shook his head slowly. "Please keep your ears and eyes open for more intel. I'm counting on you to let me know of any rash plans that are being planned and any escape routes that are being mapped out."

In secret, Dr. Greene knew that several patients were talking about trying to slip through the cracks in security. Quite frankly, he kept security as lax as he did to encourage escape plans. It helped weed out some of his experiments. The ones that were willing to escape usually had something to live for outside the walls and therefore would be missed if they were to disappear one day. He and Dr. Brennan worked strictly on patients that had no one and had nothing outside of their lives behind the white walls of the hospital.

"If that is all?" He asked finally when Kevin said nothing. Dr. Greene stood and straightened out his lab coat. "I have a meeting to prepare for," he said dismissively and picked up a few files that had been lying open on his desk. He straightened up the papers, closed the files, and tucked them neatly under his left arm. Dr. Greene was nothing if not neat, tidy, and organized. Walking to the door slowly, he opened it to allow Kevin to leave. "Unless you plan on attending the meeting."

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Jo eyed the large Russian as he entered the room and sat back in her chair. He was an intimidating sight. She had been to Russia a few times and had worked a few missions there, and she knew they were no soft and sweet people. They usually meant business and that business usually meant death. Her lips curled into a small smile and Xander called to him and tried to strike up a conversation with Sasha. Rolling her eyes, she swore that the man would strike up a conversation with a post if it talked back to him.

Surprised when Sasha actually acknowledged them, she looked over her shoulder and brushed the hair from her face. "I was born in North Carolina, but I have lived all around from Paris to Washington DC to England for a short time." She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. "I moved around a lot," she concluded blandly and made another move on the board. "King me," she stated with a smirk and winked at Xander. "Too lost in thought to pay attention to our game?" she teased lightly.

@unfallenangel

"Well can i ask what the meeting will be about?" Kevin said feeling a bit weird around Dr.Greene, Their was something about him that frightened him more so then the patients here. He stopped at the doorway looking over to the doctor. Kevin was worried something big was going to happen and he would be stuck right in the middle of it and it was something he would not want to be in the middle of. He would have to pick a side one that he would not know which one but it would be the one to keep him alive.

Slicking his greasy hair back thanks to the hair gel he used this morning.His hair was starting to become sweaty so he could smell the gel that filled up his nose.

Joshua had his hands in his pockets as he moved towards the cafeteria, eyes forward and never looking at the one he's talking to. Her curiosity was amusing. Of course she wouldn't notice yet. Just like how Kevin doesn't suspect the doctors as much as the patients. Maybe Doc Greene but there were some that were as suspicious as him. Take Doc Brennan for example; sure she looks innocent, but she gives off the same vibes as Doc Greene. Guards that have stayed for years in this place knew that something was wrong. Not just because it was on an island and it housed non-crazies, but because of how people just seemingly... disappeared. Without a trace.

"I fear that they'll use you to get to the patients Nancy. You might end up doing something you don't want to." He then shook his head. "That is, if my assumptions are correct." He continued. There really was no proof to be honest. No proof that the doctors are the ones causing the disappearances. Or rather, the only evidence he had was them escorting the 'missing' patients down in the elevator but nothing other than that. It would make you suspicious, yes, but overall that isn't enough to draw conclusions.

His eyes trailed to the recreation room where the ones he had interacted with before, and Sasha, were located. Jocilyn and Xander were playing chess and the Russian was playing Solitaire from the looks of it. At least they weren't deprived of their rights to play. He then nodded at the guards posted there as a greeting and they replied with either a wave or a nod.

"Perhaps you'll find out more in the meeting. Maybe not." He shrugged. "Who knows, I'm just a guard anyway." He was free to make assumptions but in the end, he can't really do anything. Even if what the doctors were doing were illegal and inhumane, so were the things he did. And he still had to side with them given his job. That is, if the superiors decide to keep him in this asylum. If not, he was free to choose.

@Inda

"I had a friend from Paris," Sasha said, then paused. "I have no idea where he's at now, though." He shifted in his chair a little as he changed to subject. While he was actually talking to people, he may as well try and get some useful information.

"Have either of you ever noticed the boats that come and go from this island," He said, his voice slightly lowered. "I think they're just cargo ships, but they must have a set schedule." He didn't know why he was sharing this train of thought with two people he hardly knew, or trusted. Because it sure as hell sounded like he was planning some sort of escape. They could easily go squeal on him and get his ass burnt. Or maybe they had ideas too...

@Eviledd1984



Nodding slowly, Dr. Greene clicked his tongue against his teeth. "We are going over a new schedule for patients and possibly talking about changing or adding in some new prescriptions for some of the more... Energetic patients. We will briefly go over a few security procedures, but it will all be included in the weekly updated newsletter," he added dryly. "So if you would like to go eat some dinner or finish your shift you can. This meeting is not required."

He clicked his pen inside his coat pocket and followed Kevin out the office door. "Nothing too over the top this time. We will be having our quarterly security meeting with all the guards in a week or two," he added over his shoulder as he headed down the hall to the conference room.

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Nodding slowly, she leaned back in her chair and her eyes shifted from left to right, taking in which guards and nurses were present before they got caught noticing things they weren't supposed to notice. "I was only there for a short time," she said pointedly as two guards made their pass around the room, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Once they were out of earshot, she leaned forward and rested her elbows against the table.

"I think they do have a schedule, but it changes up every few months to try and throw us off. Mainly, I think they are carrying supplies to the island. I have a pretty good view of the dock from my room and I only ever see them being unloaded. I never see them loading the ships from the building," she added quietly, her eyes doing another sweep around the room before looking back at the Russian lounging on the couch beside them.

@unfallenangel

"Well if ya don't mind me coming i'd like to watch what ya got planned and stuff..." Kevin said shrugging and following beside Dr.Greene, Heading to and stopping in front of the door of the conference room waiting for everyone else to come in. Even though he would feel like a stranger since he is a guard and everyone is a doctor he was curious of what they would have planned for the wild patients.

Sasha watched the doorway that looked into the cafeteria. He could see one of the guard's eyes glaze over them as they spoke. It was the one with the dog. He didn't linger on them, however, which made Sasha feel a bit more at ease. The woman, Jocylin he thought her name was, replied to his offered statement rather quickly. He was glad he wasn't the only one who paid attention around here.

"You know, in the Ground Forces, they taught us to read stars. In case we ever got lost in the wilderness, we could find our location pretty accurately." The statement seemed out of the blue, but Sasha knew just where he was going with it. "Now that was years ago, and I haven't done much stargazing since then, but I thought maybe I could get back into it. I noticed an astrology book in the library last time I was there. It might be fun to do a little brushing up."

He pulled his left leg up to rest on his right knee, looking pretty damn comfortable. Deep down, it felt good to be making schemes again. This kind of talk reminded him of the long nights spent with his men, formulating attack strategies and mission plans. That had always been his favorite part; it was like putting together a very interesting puzzle. All that was missing was the copious amounts of booze and it was the good ol' days all over again.

Nancy nodded. His logic wasn't necessarily off course. If people here were going to try to get to the patients somehow for something, it would make sense to go through someone the patients trusted.

But it made no sense that they would do that! Would it?

"Hey, you're not just a guard. Your role is just as important in this place as mine is." She smiled at him, trying to change the topic of conversation to one that might banish the sense of dread that had settled into her stomach.

"Anyway, I have to get back in the kitchen. I'll talk to you later. If you feel like borrowing a movie, feel free to come by my rooms. I've got a bunch of them. They help keep the boredom away in this place. Have a great night!" She bid farewell to Joshua and walked off. Somehow she felt rude for not saying goodbye to Ichi, but she had never been much for animals. It wasn't that she didn't like them, but she hadn't had pets growing up really. She shrugged off the feeling- it was just silly- and disappeared into the back of the kitchen.

She was met with distracted thanks when she pushed through the door and got right into helping wash and dry trays, put them back out into the line, and move the empty food pans to be washed. She avoided doing any heavy lifting, but no one minded. At least, they didn't say anything. Nancy couldn't offer too much time to them, though. She left with just enough time to freshen up in the restroom, wiping some sweat and gravy from her face, and jogging to the conference room.

She wasn't the first one there, but she was among the first. She arrived just as the square-eyed nurse arrived. Nancy received a fierce glare, but pointedly ignored it. That only elicited an aggressive huff from the woman, but Nancy didn't care. She took a seat at the conference table, ready for the meeting. She glanced around the room to see who else might be there.

'I beg to differ', the phrase almost exited his mouth. The guards were mere pawns to the superiors in this place, to the doctors. They didn't exactly hold any power besides ordering the prisoners when they should get back into their cells. But he decided not to speak, knowing that it wouldn't really get anywhere. Not with Nancy at least. She was truly a kind soul. Joshua wonders what made her decide to work here of all places. He had his own reasons, of course, and he wasn't too innocent either. He may have another agenda while he was in here but this place may actually be where he would still find himself in if he wasn't part of the organization he is in now... perhaps as one of the patients. Who knows.

He nodded when she bid farewell. He watched her enter the kitchen proper before walking towards the hallway towards the kitchen. Five guards were already there, watching as some patients were finishing up but some were also still entering. He nodded a greeting at the five and they responded in kind. He then looked at his watch. So it was time for the meeting already hm.

The girl he had interacted with earlier bounded towards him and took position in front of him. "So it's time for the meeting right? Wonder what they're talking about."

"Who knows. The guard meeting shouldn't be too far off at least." He had his assumptions but he doesn't really know for sure. But maybe it isn't too bad. If it's all the doctors and nurses and some of the guards, then that would mean it's just a regular meeting. They might not even discuss the mysterious floors below. That place was what Joshua wanted to know more about. He feels like that's what his organization is after. Whatever was happening there must be interesting.

The two then idly talked, but the one who did most of the talking was the female guard.