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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Jaeden" data-source="post: 2505126" data-attributes="member: 34974">Julian paces the room, left to his thoughts. He spies the computer on the cart, strongly considering interrogating it for answers, but with the guards nearby and a general on the way, getting caught unauthorized on a terminal probably wasn't the best introduction he could give. Scanning the room for additional clues, he begins calming down, tumbling over the events of the last few days in his head..oO( Nice conference room... the guy hit what, 27? So we're some 270 feet inside a mountain. At least. I feel like a dwarf from one of those D&D campaigns. Wonder if I get a +2 to spot unusual construction...) As if his thoughts were prophetic, his eyes fall on the button next to the shielded window. Something screamed to him that pushing that button would yield all the answers - would tell him once and for all what this mysterious assignment - apparently code named Stargate - was all about. One push, one accidental nudge with his shoulder, and Cheyenne Mountain's biggest secret would evaporate faster than Victoria's do each month in their catalog. As he took his hand off the button, he sighed heavily. He would be told. He knew he would. Nobody brings an intelligence guy, an expert-among-experts in making computers cough up their dirty little tidbits, into a top-secret installation without expecting them to find things out. Especially not the kinds of things that need to be stored behind big steel shutters and buried a football field deep in Wyoming granite. Those tend to be big things.Even the guards knew it; he was brought here because he was the best - at signal processing, and a few other things. Not all of which he learned at his tech school at Fort Gordon. Not all by half. Something buried in his personnel file told the generals at Langley - and more directly, most likely the General Hammond he was about to meet - that he was the man for the job. Now he just needed to convince himself, before Hammond walked in and made him prove it.</blockquote>

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