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The other man remained silent, so Alex decided to take the initiative.

"Hello Mr. Jackson. My name is Alexander B. Burns. I am a computer programer for Nextar Corporations. I am able to work from home, however, so as long as my work is on time, I am not bothered. I have skills in hacking, sniping, and am something of an inventor. In fact, my current project is a UV grenade. I hope it will prove quite useful against vampires. Anything else you wish to know about me?"

Alex sat up in his seat to look more attentive at Mr. Jackson. He wanted to give a good first impression.

Sethe walked in the office, not knowing that William had visitors.

'Hey William...' he noticed the other two. 'Oops. Hi, I'm Sethe Drake Teslae. I prefer the name Krii-Ouse. It is the name I gave to myself upon the culmination and fruition of my abilites.' He turned and addressed William. 'William, the generators were going whacky again, so... I had to bend the currents a little... to keep them running. I know, you didn't want me doing that anymore... but I had to, to keep them from overloading. Sorry, William. Also, I plan on going on break soon, so I will be leaving an electro-manifestation down there when I go topside.' He fingered his necklaces as he waited for a response and dismissal.

Len made his way down the steel ladder and into the beginning of Haven. He looked around, his left hand in his pocket, and his other gesturing a greeting towards the security cameras around him. "That's right boys, I'm...home." He popped his neck and made his leisurly way down the front security passages when he came to the lounge. It was rather quiet tonight in the main room here; at least two people were all that seemed to be lounging about. One reading a newspaper with the lamp on next to him, and another asleep in one of the soft chairs in the corner.

He gave a small laugh and made his way out of the lounge and towards the main halls where the room doors aligned the hall way a fair distance down. He looked from side to side, noticing the numbers on each hard wooden painted door. one...two...three...four...five...aaaand six! He turned and looked at the door. There was a card placed on the scanner next to it and Len picked it up, studying it. There was a security passward on it, and alignment of silver lifted letters. He nodded and grinned in satisfaction, then ran it down the slot on the identification devise. The small button looking circles on the bottom of it flashed ran through red and green several times then all blinked green, and the electric sign had the word 'Granted' moving across.

Len sticked the card in his back pocket, deciding to figure out a place where he could keep it safe on his person from now on. The door clicked and Len pressed it open, walking into an already surnished and attired room. The bed was made with the works and there was a polsihed wooden desk and a lamp. William, you've out done yourself. He grinned and moved over flicking on the lamp light. The walls were a little bare, but if he really felt it needed something, he would be able to fix that easily.

He turned and flopped back on his bed. It was very comfertable, more so than he had expected it to be. He looked up towards the cieling and heaved a sigh of relaxation. This was a good night. Quite the day off if he thought so himself. He nodded then sat back up on his bed. He stood up and unstrapped the belt hulsters from around his waiste that held his Desert Eagles and ammo clips, and placed it lightly on the desk. He then pulled off his white T-shirt and slipped off the tight fitting light vest he wore under, and returned the white T-shirt to it's former spot. He tossed the vest over the hulsters and pistols that lay on the desk.
He then turned and exited the room, stepping out, turning, and sliding the card once again along the scanner. The door locked automatically and he turned facing the hall from where he had come and began a leisurly stroll back down it.

After passing through security on the first floor, she walked into the locker room, flopping down on a bench. With a sigh, she ran her hand over her face and back through her hair, sitting there like this for a few moments. When she finally did stand again, she turned to a locker and opened it, changing clothes quickly so she could proceed with her reason for being here. Slipping into a fitting black tanktop covering a red sports bra, she stretched before putting on a pair of loose black sweatpants covering a pair of black sneakers. Finally, she pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail and grabbed her belt, though she didnt put it on, and headed out towards the security to get onto the lower level.

When she got there, she pressed the button on the speaker, "Hey guys, its Kerrigan." After being let in and going through the rest of protocol, she smiled at the guards and walked through into the lower level hallway. It wasnt long before she found the training room and walked inside, setting her belt and holsters down out of the way as she walked to a punching bag, stretching out as she did so. She definately needed a way to unwind. At first, she started out at a rather slow pace, throwing a few jabs and hooks at the bag followed by a strong kick. However, as she continued, she slowly picked up the intensity of her training, as thoughts of her past flooded her mind. Pictures of her family, of her screw ups in the field, they all came back to her, flashes of the images flowing through her mind. But no matter how much she wanted the painful memories to go away, they wouldnt.

As anger built up inside of her, she finally, after quite a few minutes of intense training, let out a frustrated yell, jumping and spun, swinging her leg around and slamming it into the bag with such force that it creaked on its support. When she landed, she slipped forwards onto her knees, breathing heavily. A mix of tears and sweat trickled down her face and cheeks, splattering on the floor. The rythmic rising and falling of her chest slowly started to slow down as she began to catch her breath, standing up. Although her muscles ached, she faced the bag once more.

Time had seemed to fly by as she looked at the clock again. She had been at it for over an hour now, however she kept pushing herself until now she could hardly find the energy to stand. Regardless, she steadied the punching bag, and walked over to her belt and holsters, grabbing them and heading down to the shooting gallery. This would be her punishment to herself for her mess ups in the park. Walking into the range, she went to the farthest lane down, strapping ehr belt aroudn her waist as she walked, as well as her holsters to her thighs. Her hands were shaking from her earlier workout, however, she simply took a deep breath and pushed the button to start. The paper target flew back to about 100 yards, and when the buzz sounded for ehr to begin, she drew her magnum within a second and fired off the entire clip at the target, one after another.

Lowering her gun, she pushed the button at the target shot back to her. Of ten rounds, she had shot 7 in the head, three in the chest and one in the left shoulder. With a look of disapproval, she tore the target off, placed a new one on and loaded a fresh magazine into her magnum, putting it back in her holster to start all over again.

Letting loose another clip of ammunition into the target as another person walked into the range, she glanced over for the slightest instant as the target came forwards again, showing that all but one shot went straight through the forhead of the person outline on the target. The other shot was straight through the left side of the chest, right where the heart would be.

Her eyes were heavy, and her arm was shaking, however, she loaded another target and pushed the button to send it back, this time at 200 yards. She waited patiently for the buzzer to sound, laying the empty gun on the small shelf to the side. Instead, she drew her other magnum, firing off a few rounds as the buzzer rang through the room. When the clip was emptied she lowered the gun, taking the target and setting it to the side. Grabbing both magnums she headed over towards the ammunition locker to grab a few fresh magazines so that she could continue her training.

justin heads out of the shooting range and twords the medical room, the gash in his leg now producing a bit more blood that he liked, now leaving a sporatic trail of blood, inclooding the small pool where he was standing at the range "the cleaning lady is gonna kill me..." he muttered as he entered the medical room, he then sat on a table, and promptly passed out, the lycan fang dropping out of his pocket and onto the floor

By now she had been at it for hours. Her eyes had begun to sting, her body begging her to give it a rest. However, she toughed it out, practially forcing herself, mentally and physically, to continue for one more target. She had lost track of how many magazines of ammunition she had gone through. As the buzzer rang and the target slid backwards, she grabbed her magnum up, took careful aim and emptied the magazine at the target. When it slid back to her, each shot had gone right through the heart of the target. However, she still had a slightly disapproving look on her face, but shrugged it off, sliding both magnums into their holsters and heading towards the stairs, dragging her feet ever so slightly.

As she made her way back to the security station, she passed the training room and glanced in to see Len at work. Chuckling, she started to say something to him but decided it best to let him concentrate. Continuing on her way, she passed through security again, walked upstairs into the upper level of Haven, and into the locker room. The next thing she knew, she was back in her skirt and tank top and heading towards the upper level security again. Her body seemed to be running on auto-pilot. Running her fingers back through her hair, she simply walked through Hunters and out into the city, heading towards her apartment.

Len gave a final spin kick and a strong forceful punch to the chest of one of the dummies, making it swing back and fourth for a moment, the chain squeaking as it did so. As it came to a halt, Len raised his shades and retreated towards the location of the locker rooms once more, then taking a shorter path from there to the bathroom. As he entered he headed towards the sink, upping his hands under the faucet as the water poured out into a puddle in his hands. He brought it up to his face and stood breathing in deep for a moment; strands of his dark hair hanging about his face.

After a moment he lifted his head up and dried his face on a towl near by and started to make his way toward his room, going through several different rooms on his way. As he came closer to the security entrances, Len turned and noticed a familier woman entering Haven. He looked down the hall that led toward his room, and then back over to Lydia. He shruged and decided to help her if she was lost at all. He walked up, clearing the security passages.

"Hello again, a little lost?" He asked grinning as he aprouched through the first door meant for entering Haven.