Comical

He was the one standing in his own way? Aaron frowned at the empty doorway after Sam had left. How could that be true when he didn't even want to be here in the first place? He didn't want to come here. He didn't want to stay here. If they really cared and wanted him to have a life, why didn't they just let him go? Why didn't they just open the door and let him walk out? What was the point in keeping him here really, if they didn't want him in prison?

Lying back on his pillow, he glared up at the ceiling. All he wanted was to go back to what he had. Back to the Agency. Back to his position. Back to the stability of knowing where he stood. At least he had been ignorant of the Agency's true feelings about him. At least he hadn't been fed false hopes about life outside being an operative. That's all he knew - and here... he didn't belong here any more than a fish belonged on dry land.


As Sam returned to the security room, Hal looked up and smiled. "Hey, that didn't take long. How'd it..." His smile faded as he saw the look on her face. "...go?"


"Well I can't help it that I'm starving!" Jamison had been running late earlier after having a longer morning run than normal, so his breakfast had been rushed, leaving him with less than he usually ate. He resisted Dalton's teasing shove out the door, but any effort really was futile with the giant.

Dylan looked up quickly at his name, his gaze going up...and up. When he'd been introduced to Dalton, the man had been sitting behind his desk, which hid his height. Now that he was standing there, Dylan couldn't help that his eyes went a little wide. Then realizing how small Jamison was... seeing them next to each other was almost comical. 

He swallowed the food in his mouth and looked back at the sandwich with a wry grin. "I was desperate," he admitted. The offer to take him along for Chinese was awfully tempting. He hadn't had Chinese in a good long while, and he did like it. He didn't know either of these men but... they were Elite so... it would be okay, right? And really, he was at he mercy of everyone here right now, so it would be good to get to know some of them, right? He got to his feet and brushed off his jeans as he nodded. "Okay. That does sound better than this sandwich." 

"Well come on, let's go!" Jamison jumped up onto Dalton's back and hung on, although that really did very little. It was like a fly on a horse's back. 

Dylan couldn't help a little crooked smile. These two were... unique. 

"Come on!" Jamison tugged on Dalton's neck. "And we have to take your car." He glanced over Dalton's shoulder to Dylan. "He won't fit in mine."

Dylan's smile became a laugh and he shook his head, finally moving forward to join them. 

"Ooh, your phone's going off." Jamison still clung to Dalton's back with one arm as he snatched the phone from Dalton's back pocket. "Hey look, it's Scott!" Not letting Dalton have it, he answered it instead. "Scott! You coming to lunch? Because I'm about ready to die. Gah!" He started to slide, and hung on for dear life. "What? No, we're good. Dalton's right here. He's trying to starve me. Uh-huh. Okay. See you there." He ended the call and put the phone back into Dalton's pocket. "Tou Han's in ten minutes." 


Zan finally pulled himself away. He'd see Destiny tomorrow... and that would have to do. Once back to his car, he gave her a little wave before eventually driving away. It took him a while to get to sleep that night... but he didn't mind. His thoughts were on pleasant things.


Hunter chuckled at Ryan's reply, and sent her another message back. 
:-D Oh I can think of 
a lot of different ways 
to make up for lost time...

He grinned then sent a second message.
Part time, pretty flexible too. 
Should be good. I'll tell you
more about it later. Wanna grab
a bite tonight before the race?