"That is Confidential information " Flint looked down to the mans id card "test subject 9341 follow me" He said aloud as the three of them began to walk back to the briefing room. Flint still wondered the past of this subject and how desperate they would have to be to work this job. That was if they where here by choice anyway. The long walk was dull. Flint repeating the same line whenever a question arose from the subjects mouth "That is confidential Information." They soon got back to C-17. Flint slung his rifle onto his shoulder once again and swiped his card. They walked in, the two officers either side of the subject, and stood close to the door awaiting orders.