Eli pointed at the Kitchenette with his free hand, "There are plenty of MREs and shit like that in the cabinets. Its better than you think and it's got everything the body needs." Eli said as he stood up and lit a cigarette.
“The kid that drove you here is Eric Miller. He's solid and got heart. That's all ya'll need to know. The girl is Christabell Raines. She's recently offed her abusive father and her brother is screaming up and down that he's gonna kill me and her both.” Eli took a deep drag and exhaled slowly. “I don't like his chances to be honest. Already killed a few of his buddies. And… I'm Elijah Craigh. United States Air Force Special Tactics Officer. I have a Medal of Honor, two Air Force Crosses, a few Silver Stars, and Presidential Commendations. Which means, I'm one of the best in the world at getting the other guys to die for their beliefs or country or whatever and I'm scared shitless of the guys pulling the strings.” He took another deep drag.
“I don't why anyone has powers or whatever the hell they are. I know the that hacked into your car, and called me calls himself Julian Guiderone. He's a complete and total ghost. I tried to get contacts from the CIA, NSA, Interpol, and just about every Special Operations group to get me something on the guy but everyone says he doesn't exist. I met him face to face in Bosnia when I was attached to a Delta Force unit… shit I think over a couple hundred people died in that operation. Official story was a gas line or something for blew. Wherever he goes massive amounts of people die… He's polite though, I'll give him that.” Eli finished his cigarette and dropped it in the floor. He never bothered looking up from staring at the ground. Just thinking about the spook was enough to make him look visibly uncomfortable.
“... Next question….”