3209/Epicenter: In Transit

Epicenter: In Transit
Date of Scene:	02 September 2020
Location:	Somewhere under the Pacific Ocean
Synopsis:	Bobbi, Jemma, and Lance spend time under the ocean in a submarine catching up until they arrive at a mysterious HYDRA base where they meet Daniel Whitehall: in the flesh.
Cast of Characters:	Bobbi Morse, Lance Hunter, Jemma Simmons, Elektra Natchios

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Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bags are added over their heads and they are taken by truck to what must certainly be a dock nearby. The sounds of seagulls give it away. Then on to a sea faring vehicle of some kind which quickly becomes recognisable as a submarine. The three are put in to a room with a bench, hoods removed, then the door locked closed.

Bobbi squints her eyes a few times and then deftly snaps the zip ties across her knee, freeing her wrists. The fatal flaw with zip ties, if you do them up too tight, they are much easier to remove. "Simmons are you okay? Hunter.. you took a bit of a beating, any serious injuries?"

She walks the perimeter of the room and tests the door. "Unfortunately, I think we're in for the full trip. Even if we could get out of this room there's still a whole submarine of super powered HYDRA agents waiting."

Lance Hunter has posed:
Hunter is not long behind Bobbi in breaking his zip ties, though it's a moment longer before he speaks, taking a moment to pop his thumb back into its socket before with a grunt of pain. "Been bugging me the whole way here," he says. They'd left it out of the socket and just lashed him tighter this time. Checking himself over Hunter reports "Hand hurts, head hearts, and I need a bloody pint but otherwise I'm great, Bob. Want to explain just what the hell I've been pulled into by your HYDRA boy toy? And when did HYDRA thugs start using powers?" he looks at the two bio-tech woman as if he suspsects somehow they're to blame for that last bit.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    With Jemma, it seems she took a slightly different approach with her zip tie shackle. As the other two snap their bindings with brute force, Jemma merely rotates her hands together, palms touching each other, as she simply slips the plastic loop up and off with a few shimmeys of her hands. As she holds the intact loop, it becomes apparent exactly what Jemma did. She held her hands together as fists, thumb touching thumb, and kept her hands clenched while the zip tie was applied.

    Give a point for the scientist.

    The answer to Bobbi's question comes next. "I am alright. I did not expect a sea voyage to be part of this mission. You really do know how to show a girl a good time." The answer was certainly tongue-in-cheek...but at least Jemma is good-natured about it.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi grimaces with a look of guilt to Jemma and says, "I'm sorry Jemma. I wanted to take you on a mission to show you how to work an asset that lacks morality. Instead, I brought you straight in to a HYDRA trap. I was ready to shoot my way out of it too.. until..," she looks back to Lance.

"Uh yeah, so, there's this guy Daniel Whitehall, he has become obsessed with acquiring superpowers and has gone through several iterations of development until this latest one, which was new to us too. A wearable watch," she says as she sits down on the bench, satisfied they're not getting out of this room for now.

"I was hoping my HYDRA boy toy would lead us to Whitehall. Well I guess in a way he has." She lifts an eyebrow in dark humour and then sighs. "I'm sorry Lance. I have no idea why Whitehall has head hunted me and I'm not even sure how Toshiro found out about you. I thought I had been very careful not to drop any hints."

Lance Hunter has posed:
Hunter watches as Jemma gets herself free, clearly things have changed around SHIELD in these last three years, "Teach that at the science academy?" he asks her, impressed.

When Bobbi doesn't snark but instead is plainly serious, Hunter frowns, /that/ was telling.

"Well someone told Mori all about us, he definitely has a thing for you, was on and on about how he was going to show you I was no good for you, or something. Jokes on him, figured that out for ourselves. As for this Whitehall. Don't like the sound of him dragging me into this, because looking at the three of us, one of these things isn't like the others, and that means they've grabbed me for a reason," he doesn't say it, but the reason's clear: leverage.

"And are you alright, Bobs?" he asks realizing he hadn't asked.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    "There is a risk with using these artificial superpowers. Well...at least there were." Jemma rubs her wrists slightly, as those brown eyes of hers take in their new surroundings. "The last exposure I had to this, the particular chemical cocktail that was used as the delivery mechanism for the larger devices I saw was prone to give the user cardiac arrhythmias, heightening the chance of arrest and death." Then, with a glance towards Lance, Jemma offers the layman's terms. "Use it too much and the person's heart explodes. Figuratively, of course. It would be quite a mess if it exploded literally."

    There is a hint of a smile as Jemma offers the answer to Hunter's question. "YouTube, actually. You would be amazed at what you can learn in five minutes." Then, a shift to Bobbi. "Oh, there is no need to apologize, Bobbi. I was the one that asked for the challenge. I just did not expect this particular wrinkle to present itself."

    However...Lance's next comments has Jemma thinking. "Honestly, I do not think they expected me. After all, they certainly expected Bobbi. That much was certain with you being there. But me? I believe I was just an extra surprise. At least, judging from the influx of guards that seemed certainly surprised when they found me trying to get out."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
"Peachy," she says dryly to Lance and frowns. "What was it then, a poker match, hookers, too much alcohol?," at least two of those three were real Lance vices when they were dating. She's still disappointed he got caught in the first place. If he hadn't been there, she'd have gotten real serious with those HYDRA agents and Toshiro. "Jemma Simmons, this is Lance Hunter. Lance this is Agent Simmons."

She lulls her head back against the metal all with a thunk, "Ugh. Toshiro. I had him on a leash for years and suddenly he decides we can have a life together." Back to the subject of the superpowers, "There's a compound involved in making these Inhuman abilities work in a regular person. That compound appears to be the product of yet another Inhuman. That compound, in particular, is what causes the heart attacks. The entire project is fundamentally flawed, yet they keep going with it anyway. I guess HYDRA agents are still as expendable as ever."

"Did you two ever meet before? Lance used to be SHIELD. A lot has changed in the last three years Lance," she muses with a tiny little smirk. It seems like such a short time but in the world of SHIELD the pace moves fast.

Lance Hunter has posed:
"Oh, I ask how you're doing and suddenly there's a tone," Hunter retorts at Bobbi's dry response. "Remember I was the one living his life when he got suddenly dragged back into all this SHIELD business." No comment on how he got caught, which means Bobbi is at least close.

Hunter nods about Simmons, "We've met, her partner in the lab's got a sad fixation on Man U I was trying to cure before I resigned," he says giving Simmons a nod. "How's he doing by the way?"

There's a smirk for the Youtube bit, "Love the internet, so many things you can learn," he says, though given his tone he's probably not thinking fieldcraft. "And no need to dumb things down, I've dated a couple of doctors in my time, know all those big fancy science words. The HYDRA power juice kills you, got it."

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    Oh, there is a smile there. Yes...the arguments over football. Those were remembered. "Oh, Fitz is doing quite well. Which means he lives in the lab and continues to cheer for Manchester United. Nothing has changed in that regard."

    A turn to Bobbi. "Wait....do you think Whitehall know what he has with us? I mean, I really have no idea how he would know anything about me. It isn't like I get out of the lab much." There is a glance over to Lance as Jemma remembers the surprise he had seeing her as Bobbi's backup. "Except for when I back up other biochemists on missions to lead on questionable contacts."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
"Tone? There's no tone. This is me reminding you that you're meant to be better than this." Underhanded compliment. "I thought you'd have learnt your lesson after the twins in Tacoma incident." Definitely a tone. "Barely five minutes with hood off and you've somehow already managed to bring up soccer, unbelievable." So American, calling it soccer.

She furrows her brown and looks to Jemma, "It's possible they know who you are. HYDRA have many skilled spies, but I think the odds are likely they were specifically after me. I heard one of them say 'asset acquired' when I surrendered my gun.

    If he expects me to help him fix his crazy .. power juice," she says raising an eyebrow at Jemma indicating that's the dumbest thing she's heard all day, "then I will have bad news for him. We already tried to find a cure to that problem to keep those neo nazis alive so they could stand trial."

She smirks, "Though, if we play our cards right - we're about to learn where Whitehall has been hiding this whole time. This might be our best shot at taking him out. We just need to escape, fight our way through HYDRA agents with super powers, take out Whitehall, escape. Easy."

Lance Hunter has posed:
"Wanker," Hunter says good naturedly of Fitz and his continued devotion to Man U, though he's grinning warmly though. "Good to hear somethings are still the same Jemma, though curious how you ended up Bob's mini-me." A look is shot over at his ex with that.

"First off soccer is a made up word, and the sport is called /football/, and second those twins were very lovely people until it turned out they were working for AIM " Hunter insists, that latter part more or less confirming that he'd been suckered in with a pretty face. "When I should have learned my lesson was in Dubai when I was with STRIKE," he grumbles, of the time he and Bobbi met.

"Love your optimism Bobs, I really do, but that might be pushing things a little bit there. Might be better to work on the escape bit and deal with this Whitehall after, you know, when we're sure we're not all going to be killed by a bunch of super-powered HYDRA agents."

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    There is a wave of a hand from Jemma at that curious inquiry about how exactly Jemma got to be sharing a submarine voyage with the former SHIELD agent. "Oh....you don't want to know that. It is a long story, with undead Nazi ghosts, alt-right sorcerers, mythical artifacts and the occasional vampire or two. Oh...not to mention an attempt of world domination from alien beings from another dimension." From the way that Jemma just rattles off all of that so matter of factly, it would be hard pressed to believe that she was lying, even with how fanciful the tale.

    And, knowing Jemma, Lance would know she doesn't lie.

    "Speaking of escaping, I do fear that it seems rather impossible at the moment." Jemma gestures to the room they find themselves in. "I mean, unless you know where you can hide in a submarine full of HYDRA agents wanting to find you. I do not fancy trying to swim out from here without at least knowing where we are."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
"All words are made up," she counters childishly but then there's a rather cheeky smirk which is hard to miss when he mentions Dubai and STRIKE. "Dubai was a lot of fun," she comments. He's not the only one whose a sucker for a pretty face. But there is that pessimism she hates.

"Ours is not the job of saying it is impossible, but the job of making it possible," she says waggling a finger in the air, "So said Director Carter almost fifty years ago now." She looks around the room, "However, I accept that the escape portion of the plan should probably wait until we're off of the submarine. Unless they plan on driving us around in circles under the ocean at which point we'll get serious about taking over the submarine by force somehow."

She folds her arms and thinks more thoughtfully about the situation they're in. "We're going to need some way to even the odds if we're to have any hope of escaping," she muses not really looking for answers. "Jemma is just expanding her knowledge base Lance, learning the ways of a senior agent. You know, that thing you're allergic to?"

Lance Hunter has posed:
"We'll save that story for after our impossible escape then," Hunter says to Jemma. "Know I can trust /your/ version," he says with a little so-there look thrown to Bobbi.

That look is followed up by a roll of the eyes at the 'words' comment. "Like pedantic?" he asks her, though the mention of Dubai, does bring something like a smile to his lips for a moment. "Maybe a bit."

Then it's on with the show, "Well if I see Director Carter sometime I'll ask her to lend a hand from the great beyond," he quips about making the impossible possible.

"But agreed if we're going somewhere that's when we need to make our move," he looks around the interior trying to gauge the make and type of the sub, going so far to put his hand against the wall. "If we're lucky this thing isn't nuclear, and it'll need to stop to refuel somewhere even if they're just driving us in circles."

He nods about changing the odds, before he's rolling his eyes again, "I was /fine/ as a field agent."

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    "Or.....you can ask her whenever you are back in New York." Jemma shrugs her shoulders while giving Lance a slight smile, her palms tilted upward. Jemma's British tones gain a sing-song quality as she continues. "seeeeing how we revived her from a cryogenic stasis pod." We....as in Bobbi and Jemma. Though, the little bit of Bobbi and Jemma being genetic 'mothers' to the mother of SHIELD is left out. Best not to rock the boat (or submarine) too much.

    Jemma looks like she needs to sit down. And...the floor is as good of a place as any. She settles down on the surface as she ponders. "Well...if we had access to the computer systems, we could trigger a sequence to cause this vessel to surface. I had researched how in preparation for another mission. But....I couldn't be certain if this is the same type as the one I had researched." Jemma sighs softly. "it would also require the software....which I would not have with me. But....that is besides the point." She leans up against the wall with her back, her eyes closed as she thinks. "I do think it would be best to see where we are going, though that poses dangers with not exactly *knowing* where we are. It would be hard to signal for help without that knowledge."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi narrows her eyes just a little at Lance but she also smirks just a touch too. "More than a bit," she corrects him. She's not going to stand for downplaying how great Dubai was. It was the cornerstone of their messed up relationship after all.

"Oh yeah. Peggy Carter is alive and well, better than ever in fact." She smiles victoriously to Lance and adds, "Also Jane Foster is now a specialist, Coulson is director of operations, Ward is a field leader," at that one she shudders a bit. "Hm, other weird stuff. Hill made me take a vacation recently. I beat my previous best record and it took until the evening for me to find trouble."

She snaps her finger tips, "Oh yeah, Hank Pym has a child named Nadia. Ooh I have a cool alien wing suit. We have a genuine murderbot working with us that dresses like a Japanese trope. Ah there's a new agent who has the spirit of a Hyborian warrior inside of her? Skye is now called Daisy and she has superpowers.... any thing I've missed Jemma?"

Lance Hunter has posed:
Hunter blinks. "Come again?" he asks Jemma giving a look to Bobbi for confirmation about the whole business with Director Carter. Unfortunately for him that just unlocks a whole storm of other unbelievable things.

More blinking, and a flat disbelieving stare shot between the two SHIELD agents. "The only bit of that I believe is the vacation thing," he says. "Would take a bloody order for you take one Bobs," and the bit about her finding trouble was also very on brand. "But the rest of it? That's crazy even for SHIELD." He pauses to consider a moment. "Well, maybe not the bit about Coulson."

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    A soft chuckle is audible as Jemma looks upward towards Lance and nods, a slow smile playing across her lips. "Director Carter is alive and well in New York. She was in cryostasis in one of the older wings of the Triskelion...and it took Doctor Jane Foster, Fitz and I to get her out before the stasis chamber failed completely. Not to mention the..." A glance is given to Bobbi before Jemma shifts, then continues..."...battery of medical tests to ensure that Director Carter was none the worst for wear after her 40 some year slumber."

    As Lance expresses his disbelief, Jemma chimes in helpfully. "Oh, it is quite true. All of it. It has been a rather eventful few years. But really, that doesn't matter right now, does it?" Ah yes...back to business. "What matters is how we are going to proceed from here. Would you two have any ideas? After all, you are old hats at this sort of thing, I would imagine..."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi looks very amused at Lance's bewilderment. She looks back to Jemma as she starts to talk about Peggy's life saving treatment and gives a tiny little shake of her head. "I think your memory is failing you Lance. SHIELD has always been this weird, right from the beginning. Well, I should say, the world has always been this weird and SHIELD has always been there to save the day, from the shadows, unlike those flashy superheroes we have everywhere now."

"Escape can be a tricky thing," she says to Simmons, "depending on how badly the opponent wishes to keep you. Patience is essential, as is the will to take the leap when they make a small opening. But in this case, I think we should take the opportunity to gather a bit of intelligence before we make our exit. Who is there, where are we, what are they up to. We've already learnt something essential, the delivery mechanism Toshiro Mori has been working on is now watch sized - which I might add is horrifying."

Lance Hunter has posed:
Hunter can't help but shake his head. "I don't know about that Bob, all that was pretty bloody weird," he says, but Simmons is right time to focus on the here and now.

"Escapes are more art than science, like Bobbi said we need intelligence, on the other hand we don't want to wait too long because the further they take you the harder it is to get out, usually." He settles onto one of the benches, "So, like Bob said, we need to keep our eyes open, figure out everything we can, look for resources to turn things our way, and figure out where bloody hell we are in the first place, beyond about a day's submarine trip from southern Japan."

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    "See? Now that is helpful. Instead of being the entire world, we know that we are within a day from Japan. And...if we consider that a typical submarine is 20 knots, which is approximately 23 miles an hour..." Jemma's head tilts as she does some mental math. "Then...we could be anywhere within a 550 mile radius from Japan. Why, such a small area to search, relatively speaking."

    If the words weren't a clue as to the sarcasm, delivered in the deadest of deadpan deliveries, the slight rolling of the eyes afterwards would be evidence enough of the sardonic nature of Jemma's words. Maybe being around Bobbi is rubbing off on her.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
A knock is heard on the door, clanking on the otherwise oppressive yet peaceful travel they have been having so far on the submarine. Without a window one barely feels they are underwater at least! But then another comes.. "Hey, quiet in there! You are all so chatty, wait until you meet the Doctor!"

A muffled laugh is heard from the other side before steps are heard moving away from the door.

Hydra are very friendly hosts.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi nods her head to Jemma, "A rough estimate. It's hard to say just how fast we're traveling. HYDRA have always been on the tip of the technological curve. Case in point, when was the last time you heard of anyone else harvesting superhuman abilities?" She thinks for a moment, "Oh I know - Heinrich Von Fuchs, Nazi scientist and affiliate of HYDRA. World War 2."

She raises an eyebrow and then laughs when the HYDRA agent bangs on the door. "We don't need to meet your Doctor, I'm already a doctor." She shrugs her shoulders an widens her eyes as if to say 'the nerve of that guy'.

Speaking more quietly, "So the plan is - gather some intelligence on why they even bothered to take us, if it's just ransom or insurance I'll be very disappointed. Escape captivity. Shutdown the whole operation. Kill Whitehall. Make our way back home. Enjoy drinks at the swordfish bar." Bobbi riffs off of Shawn of the Dead for chuckles.

Lance Hunter has posed:
"Fine, fine speculation is useless, and we should hold out for some hard data, I hear you both loud and clearly," Hunter says, laying back on the bench, hands behind his head.

As the Hydra goon knocks on the door, Hunter glances up, "Don't suppose our room comes with a continental breakfast? Starving in here!" he calls out through the door.

"Wankers," he says of their guards, before nodding. "That's the plan, especially like that last bit, if we live to see it."

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    As the HYDRA flunkie bangs on the door, Jemma leans back, the back of her head resting against the wall. She doesn't bother to respond to the jab. After all, Bobbi and Lance both did it for her...there is no reason to waste perfectly good time on the guard. Then....with a frown, Jemma seems to pick up something. And...she bothers to reply.

    But, not to the guard. No...to her cohorts in the room. But loud enough to be heard by the guard. "Oh, don't waste your time talking to whoever is out there. I mean, really...whoever heard of having to guard people in a submarine full of hostiles. Low man on the totem pole, that one is."

    Of course...that last bit trails off as footsteps are heard walking away. "Well, remind me to brush up on my psychology. Because that was an utter failure." The head tilts, so that an ear is pressed against the wall, but not really listening for anything. "So...this is normal for you two, right? Just....some nebulous plan that somehow works and you all back it back for a round at the pub." There is a little bit of awe in that tone. But only a little. "And...you expect me to be able to do that? You...have a lot of faith, I would wager."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi grins at Hunter. Small little jabs at the enemy like that are a charm she can't help but fall for. It reminds her why she enjoyed toying with him so much in Dubai to begin with. She nods her head to Jemma, "It was good, but you need to really engage them first. Eye contact does wonders. Getting under someones skin requires a touch more familiarity than well chosen words through a locked steel door."

She looks over to Lance again at Jemma's question and then says, "We improvise. You make a plan, the plan fails, you make a better plan. Rinse and Repeat until success. That's why we need intelligence first, to make that better plan."

While momentum is not something that can be felt, acceleration (or in this case deceleration) is definitely something that can be felt. The submarine may have been weaving about under the ocean to avoid sensors or its occupants guessing exactly where they were, but now they must be at their destination.

The submarine surfaces past the sea gate at the interior of the HYDRA base. They can hear the HYDRA sailors rushing about doing their jobs. Not everyone in HYDRA gets to be menacingly evil, some have to work for a living.

"I think we might be here, where-ever here is."

Elektra Natchios has posed:
The steps that were starting to fade out come to an halt. 180 degree turn and they are heard approaching again! "You know what? How about I serve you all breakfast by the way of using my fists on your faces?" a thick accent not hiding the anger there on his voice. And who would had guessed that Hydra goons had such egos?

The lock is heard starting to be messed with. *Clank* *Clank*

Then it stops, and a voice, "What are you doing, Schwiner?!"

Some muffled voices outside with some parts heard like, "Beat them .... called ... wanker..." then the response from whoever is trying to cool him off. "Arriving ...., island ...., minutes."

The locks are again put in place and the door isn't fully opened. Much to Schwiner's chagrin.

Lance Hunter has posed:
"Pretty much," Lance agrees with a look over at Bobbi when it comes to making plans. "Remember Helsinki?" he says with a fond grin. Then he looks to Jemma sitting up again."We've done this loads of times," he tells her. "We'll be fine, just like to do a bit of gallows humour to keep me sharp."

As the Hydra good yells from beyond the door her remarks loud enough for them to hear outside. "Yep, definitely right Simmons with witty replies like that he's definitely bottom of the totem pole, which is saying something in an organization whose motto boils down to 'we're all replaceable'."

The stopping of the sub has Hunter getting to his feet then rolling his neck, and limbering up a little while he waits for their captors to come and drag them out of the room.

Jemma Simmons has posed:
    Now that....Hunter's last comment brings a wide grin to Jemma's face. Honestly, she didn't expect a response from the goon...but it does seem that it set something off. And...it earned them some extra info. But first..."Oh, yes. The whole HYDRA motif, yes? Replace one head with two, right? That does not necessarily foster an inviting work environment, does it? And such anger, too! There must be a lot of pride in being a glorified babysitter."

Still...the locked door remains locked. But....more information was obtained. With her voice pitched quieter, Jemma continues. "Ah...so we are close. We are going to an island...and it is minutes away, so we must be close."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi shakes her head, "I wouldn't be so sure about how 'close' it might be to Fukuoka. But.." She looks up as Lance stands, "Wow. Really. You're just going straight for the hard-way as usual? Preparing yourself for a beat down." There is a logic to it, she understands that - she just hates seeing him get beat up just to take the heat off of her and Simmons.

She too stands though stays further back from the door. Schwiner, she marks that name and voice down in her head. Very easy to push his buttons. Perfect target for Lance's unique form of taunting.

The sound of the bulk heads moving as they unlock the door, "Get moving or we start showing you just what HYDRA can do now." Schwiner is moving in to the room before his fellow HYDRA agents have a chance to stop him though. He probably wants a bit of pay back for that slight.

Elektra Natchios has posed:
Yea, Schwiner wants some! But he is a tough guy with a small 'army' of superpowered guys behind him so there's that too. "You are lucky that we have arrived. The doctor wants to see you pronto." he speaks up. And if there's one thing the guy fears more than having his ego wounded is to displease the doctor. Noone likes displeasing the doctor...

.. Unless they wish to discover the meaning of the saying 'Discovery requires experimentation'. No, thank you!

Lance Hunter has posed:
Hunter gives Jemma a smile, "Good one," he says of her remarks then nods towards the far end of the room, a suggestion she might want to step back a bit. Out of the splash zone as it were.

Bobbi's comments are met with a shrug. "Seems to work, doesn't it?" he says and squares up to the door.

Schwiner gets a smile, a grab of his shirt, and a punch in the face, one that if it lands should push him towards Bobbi and her fast hands to relieve him of any keys or IDs she might be able to grab.

After the one punch, Hunter raises his hands, "C'mon, you all wanted to do that, right?" he asks the Hydra goons that came in with Schwiner.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi is quick to swipe some kind of card off of the guy. Figuring out what it gets them in to or out of will be a fun experiment later. She slips it into a pocket and pushes him back. The other HYDRA agents do laugh but Schwiner is pissed and suckers punches Lance in the stomach. "MOVE!," he says as he wipes the blood from his split lip and spits out more blood on to Lance.

The party is moved up and out of the submarine in to a large hanger. It appears to be all cut stone, cut hastily. It's a sea dock for a submarine that appears to be either underground. The hallways they are lead down are also cut through the stone. Evidence of blasting and laser cutting can be seen. This is not a polished/finished HYDRA base, but something new.

Up an elevator and then in to a large room with a view. Thick tinted glass looks out from the side of a cliff over the ocean before them. It's a violent ocean, waves crashing about and dark angry clouds in the sky. A large wooden desk sits before the windows and seated at it, the man slowly turns around to face his captives.

"Finally we meet in person Doctor Morse. Doctor Simmons, an added bonus.. and a Mr. Lance Hunter, an annoyance," Daniel Whitehall aka Werner Reinhardt says, dressed in a fine suit. He looks to be in his 40s, for a man who is 116 years old.