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A woman charged into the room, signaled by the deafening sound of the door being kicked open.

"Alright, who touched him...?" came her angry voice as the white coated female marched into the room, the others casting fearful glances in her direction.

She had been the one to find him, to lure him into her labs. She was the head of the operation and a beauty to behold, but a devil to cross. She'd proven that with this one.

"N-No one touched him, Miss Naname..." the elderly man beside the tank studdered before managing to slip off to the side a bit. "He hasn't left the tank!"

"I'm not blind!" she barked then slowly moved to the front of the tank to replace the other. "I am aware of what you wish to do to him, Mr Stantley..." she started again in a more calm of a tone. Her gaze soon turned to fix upon the man she was addressing. "But nothing further is to be done to him unless it has my say so..."

"Y-Yes, Miss Naname..." he gave a bow then fell back with the others behind their keyboards.

Naname's gaze drifted back to the helmet, peering thoughtfully into the eyes she currently could not see.

"Findings." she barked soundly, keeping her gaze upon the being in the tank. The others behind her jumped into high gear, rushing to gather their papers together and ready for their turn to speak.

"Blood." she called after the rustle behind her fell to a low hum of whispers.

"He has an excellent red and white cell count without any deformaties quickly seen. Plus, by the test we did on his blood, the computers calculate that he's at least 300 years of age."

"How many computers...?"

"Four, Miss Naname..."

"And by quickly seen, you mean....?"

"If there are any deformities in his blood, there haven't been any detected and there will have to be some serious sweeping of each DNA strand in order to detect anything we might have missed. He appears normal, through and through."

Naname gave a soft nod and turned from the tank to the mass of scientists in the room. "How strong is he...?"

"Pretty damn strong..." chimed the man from before. "He's got powers that we have never seen!"

Stantley nodded in agreement. "Yes, and his healing abilities are off the charts!"

Naname peered at the papers the younger man held and nodded. After a soft pause, she flashed her gaze over at the tank and began to tread steadilly over towards the door she had entered through. "I want copies of everything you have found including the rough drafts of your reports if you have them done in the next five minutes. I want them sitting on my desk. Once the five minutes is up, I'll be back and everyone will be free to leave for lunch..."

Dr. Stantley began to protest. "But Miss Naname, someone needs t--"

"Everyone...." she repeated and disappeared down the dark hallway beyond.

Naname returned after the five minutes she promised and collected all the paper work she had demanded. Once all that was done, she made sure that everyone left the room before speaking again.

"Silver." a beep sounded from the security system to acknowledge. "Lock all the doors leading in and out of this room with the windows secured as well. I want the security system to be set to Audio 0-0-1."

Affirmative came the robotic voice of a female soon followed by the doors locking loudly. The windows were closed shut making the room closed in with no where to escape.

"Drain it..." she spoke swiftly and the green goo that kept him swimming began to slowly drain from the bottom. The tank's walls stayed up, keeping him locked inside.

Naname snatched a small microphone from her desk and pinned it to the collar of her white coat. Soon, she flicked it on and spoke to where he could hear her within his helmet.

"I'm willing to allow you freedom to move... Stretch your limbs and possibly gather some fresh air, but only if I have your full cooperation... If I am injured, or worse... killed... there will be no way for you to leave this room ever again... The security system is set to lock and unlock by my voice alone..." And no amount of pain and/or suffering would bring her to unlock the doors. "Am I clear?"

Naname gave a soft smile. "I'll hold you to that promise..."

Walking to a desk nearby, she hit a button, sending the walls of the now empty tank slowly into the floor. She knew what she was getting herself into and currently? She didn't care.

As the tank lowered, she nodded. "Don't move... I'll get you a towel to dry off with then a blanket to keep warm."

Walking by another desk, she stopped to shut down the heating and cooling system, as well as the alarms that would be triggered should anything "go wrong" with his system. If the reports she had heard of and collected were true, he'd be able to recover well enough on his own. She moved swiftly to a hidden cabinet along one of the far walls, retrieving a few towels and a blanket before returning to him. She stopped when she was only a few feet away from him.

"Here..." she spoke softly. "Dry off with these... and I'll help you with your helmet..." Her voice was calm and soothing. It was a start at least.

Taking the small few steps forward it took to reach him, she removed the helmet, temperarilly shutting down the restraining program so it wouldn't shock him in its removal.

"You'd hate me if I told you..." she cooed softly, setting the helmet aside and grabbing another towel to help him dry off. She watched him thoughtfully for a moment before continuing. "But, if you really must know..." she started, looking back to his arm as she dried it. "My name is Dr. Naname. I'm the leader of the Operation that studies you..." her gaze flickered back to his face, taking in his features at close glance. "You've put quite a hurtin' on my team, and I'm afraid I'm going to have to report the injuries made to the head hancho... He won't be too happy at all..."

There was a hint of worry in her voice, but she tried not to let it bother her.

"My department is here to find out what makes you tick..." she stopped drying him and tossed the towel aside, next grabbing for the blanket and handing it to him before walking over to her desk.

She sifts through the papers for a moment before pulling up a small stabled bunch. "There's a family a few counties away that says they saw you crawl onto their privately owned shores and passout on their beach front. They called the cops right away, but no one at the immediate department could place a name to your fingerprint or face. Once that was determined you were shipped here to be quaranteened and... for the lack of a better term, experimented..."

She gazed intently at the papers for a moment flipping through a few pages before sighing. "There's one thing that we're definately not sure of... We still don't have a name for you... and as humorous as it may be, I doubt calling you Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome to my boss would be a wise thing to do..." she smiled softly.

"The whole knocking out and slicing open process is a last resort, and my particular team is, thankfully, against risking the death of a project. Operating on anything is a life or death risk. Plus, we also don't have any other certified Doctors with the skill of Operation aside from myself..."

She watched him kick the helmet and fell silent for a moment. "If you're good now, and promise to no longer harm any members of my team, I'll allow you to keep the helmet off as well as keep the goo out of your living space. And... If you cooperate long enough, the chances will be high that your living quarters", she motioned to the cylinder tank that he was still mostly standing in. "... are expanded... I'll even go out and buy you a bed myself, since the company is too cow-brained to think of that necessity."

"The wires and stuff as you so called them are to keep you healthy. Unfortunately, the only food within the facility is the food we keep in our lockers from home. The tubes and things we give you send all the nutrients and vitamins your body requires directly into your system without having to go through the hassle of dirtying up plates..."

There was a moments pause before she smiled softly. "As evil as I may seem keeping you locked up in here... You'll be surprised to know that I'm only doing this for your own good..." She sighed and ran her fingers idly through her ebony hair. "Hell, if I left you to anyone else in the facility they wouldn't care if they didn't have the ability to slice you open or not." she tossed the papers she held back on her desk.

"I'm afraid I can't do that..." she frowned and had spoken softly. "I wish I could... but..."

She thought for a moment before walking over to another console, hitting a few keys on the keyboard then hit enter. She immediately looked up and soon, the ceiling started to split open. There were a few layers of glass between them and the night sky, but at least there was no more 'definate' ceiling and the stars were now plainly visable.

"This is the best I can do for now..." she added softly, looking back at him.