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"Yes," He dragged the word a bit, "If you go and help then there's no doubt Joseph would green light a project involving you... Perhaps even provide aditional funding. As silly a man as he is, he knows when people deserve a little bit extram. Maybe it's because he dosen't like owing favors."

"Print off a map," He looked to the matron only to get a disaproving glare, "Please."

"Anyway," He continued, "Joseph is capable, he'd find his way back here. The b*****d has survived more than zombies. I'm not even sure you could blow him up."

Monroe quickly snached the map out of the printer and leaned over the counter to grab a pen.

"Now, this is where we are and this is where Latent is." He made some markings, "It's along the coast, pretty much a trade centre. All roads lead to rome, most lead to Latent. Near the Leviathan stadum I've heard."

"Well then." He once again began talking in his dry-sarcastic voice, "On behalf of A~E I give you all the information we have about the attacking army, which is none. Oh, and all the fancy gadgets we can muster; all of which you'd probbaly rather not use."

"I wish you luck." He grinned, "I wouldn't want our potential research to be dashed by zombies."

A delicate yet confident appearing figure emerged from the doorway to the lobby. Hidden in a black trenchcoat and wearing tinted shades as well as having her hair pulled into a tight fitting coif, she looked a little out of place. Then again, this was Gaia, so nothing was really too strange. She walked up towards the desk and smiled at the secretary there.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes. I'd like to make an appointment to see Joseph Brown." The woman looked at her oddly. She wanted to say that she could have called for that and her odd of actually seeing him would have been greater, but she refrained. She had no idea who this woman was....yet.

"Alright, may I ask your name and business?"

"My name is Samantha Browning. The business is personal." She began tapping her fingernails on the counter as she waited.

"Yes, well. It will be a few moments. Mr Brown is not in for the day just yet. It is rather early." Samantha looked up at the clock and saw it was 8 am.

"I understand. " She slid a business card across the counter. "Once you've run your background checks and he has decided to see if he feels up to dealing with people, my cell is on there." She tapped the card and then turned, heading for the door unless otherwise stopped.

"Holy ********!" A voice shouted as someone entered through the glass doors. This was possibly the least professional voice ever heard.

It was quickly discovered that voice belong to Joseph Brown.

"That was a wild ride." He was of course referring to his brief vacation as an A~E transport truck driver. His one souvenir of this being the trucker cap, complete with the block letters "MONEYMAKER", someone was nice enough to save for him. He'd have to move a Mr. Yaits off his 'avoid' list.
The wild part was clearly demonstrated by his physical condition. His clothes were ragged, one arm was in a sling, and the other was holding onto a crutch. Those bullets ripped up his leg bad. His hat was also askew, but that was a choice for effect rather than the way it fell.

"Mr. Brown." The secretary stumbled, "Miss Browning is looking to meet with you."

"Great!" He beamed as he limped over to her, "Now's not exactly the best time. So how about you give me a few minutes to get cleaned up and check my messages. You can go up and talk to Claire or something."

He paused. He must have been high off life... Maybe pain killers.

"Sorry for not shaking your hand," He wiggled the sling slightly, "But... Yeah, s**t happens."

And with that he stumbled over to his private elevator.

"I'm gonna drink myself to a new low." He mumbled his plans through his smile as the doors closed.

The secretary slapped an elevator key on the desk. She was slightly too bemused to say anything, but the key would take Sam directly to Joseph's floor.