Jake just smiled.

"Good attitude." he said. "Surviving is always the priority." he told her.

He then paused for a moment, thinking about something more.

"Hmmm." he mumbled.

"Boss is... actually he might still be here..." he then said, leaning over to his desk phone and picking it up. Once he did, he made a call, waiting for whomever was on the other end to potentially answer.

"...hey, boss. Yeah, it's me. I know it's late, but we've got someone here that... well... I'm sure will fit in quite nicely here." he said into the phone. "...mmhmm... mmhmm... all right." he said further.

"I'll send her up now." he finished, before hanging up.

He then looked at Izea, and nodded.

"Our boss is willing to talk to you. Seems he's pulling a late-nighter tonight, so good timing on your part." he revealed.

"And he's also sending someone down here to escort you to him, so you don't get lost." he then commented.

Jake nodded with a smirk.

"Fair enough." he told her.

After about a minute, the door inside opened, and a VERY tall male approached.

"Oh, didn't know it'd be YOU." Jake commented.

"Angela's doing some late night work, so I'm there to help." the man replied.

"Ahh, fair enough." Jake responded.

"Anyway, can you take Izea here to Sharp?" he then asked.

"Sure thing." the man replied.

"You good to go?" he asked her.

Jake laughed a little, as the man looked away, his face turning slightly read.

"Hey, no worries." he told Izea.

"Th-thanks." the man stammered, brushing his blonde hair away from his face.

"Anyway, let's go." he told her.

The two of them then walked into the building, with Jake waving at her, before the door closed and they started to make their way down the hallway, silently at first, before the man broke the silence.

"So, anyway..." he mumbled.

"Name's Ezekiel." he introduced himself.

"Most just call me 'Zeke' though."

Zeke just chuckled.

"Ah-haha. Indeed." he said. "It's painfully fitting for me, too." he told her.

"And yeah, your name was brought up by Jake." he confirmed. "Nice to meet you, Izea." he continued, as they took a few turns down some of the hallways in the building.

As they walked, she noticed that he was tall. Quite tall. Not just compared to her. And it was clear that he was a man that took care of his body... and seemed to radiate a gentle aura... but one of frightening conviction and judgement.

His voice did NOT sound judgmental at all, though. It was an odd contrast.

"If you need a safe haven, you've found the right place." he commented. "I guarantee you'll be welcomed here."

"...." Zeke was silent for a moment, before laughing sheepishly.

"Less 'authority', more 'confidence'." he admitted.

"And a bounty?" he asked her, as the receptionist's office came into view.

"Why?" he asked further. "Why would you have a bounty on you?" he inquired even further.

He wondered if she was a criminal, now. Was she someone that was dangerous? If so, what was she capable of?

Was this all a misunderstanding?

He didn't want to judge her too quickly, despite what half his genes were telling him.

"....yeah, I can tell." Zeke replied.

"A shame that they rejected you for your gift." he commented.

[b}"But I can assure you, that will NOT happen here."[/b] he promised her.

He also noticed there was something... off... about her aura. His angelic genes were also telling him that, though she was certainly alive, kicking, and relatively healthy... she was on a clock, of sorts?

'Naw, I'm just tired.' he dismissed it, as they entered the receptionist's area... without the receptionist, as she had gone home for the night... and saw that the door to the boss's office was open.

"Come on in!" they heard him call.

"All right, in y'go." Zeke told Izea.

"Take a seat." the man responded.

When she did, she saw that, behind the desk, there was a man of darker skin tone, with what appeared to be a shaved bald head, and dark sunglasses on. Why he was wearing them, she had no idea.

"I'm well aware it's dark and we're inside." he commented. "These are... prescription, we'll say." he told her.

Then, before she could say anything, he started digging through a folder, and he produced a sheet of paper that looked... tattered and stained, and darkened from age. He handed it to her, and her heart dropped when she saw it was, essentially, a wanted poster of her.

"First things first." he said.

"Is that you?" he asked.

"And no, your answer won't change anything. I just want you to be honest with me." he then clarified.

"Good." the man replied.

He then took the paper, crumpled it up in his hands, and dropped it in the wastebasket that was nearby.

"Means I can get rid of that thing." he commented.

"When I heard why you were being hunted, I told them that we would be on the lookout for you." he then told her. "But I didn't say WHY." he continued. "They think we're looking for you so we can turn you back to them." he then said. "...but we actually want to keep you FROM them." he revealed.

"..." he was silent once more, before sighing.

"I'm Hal." he told her.

"Hal Sharp." he introduced himself, extending a hand.

Hal shook his head.

"Firstly, we'd know." he said. "Our information network runs... VERY deep..." he assured her. "Secondly, I can tell a lot about someone by looking at them." he went on. "And the one that gave me that poster, I could tell... they're not very nice, and they have a very skewed view on what is right and what is wrong." he continued. "And looking at you, I can see that you are, indeed, a good person." he then said.

"And why would I want to help?" he asked.

"It's who I am." he said.

"It's what we do." he told her further.

"We are The Unit. And we are a safe haven for all that seek sanctuary, wish for a second chance, or just need a helping hand in life."

"We can discuss the specifics later." Hal responded.

"In general, all that we ask is that you try to find your place in society... the world... and try and move forward with your life." he continued. "Make something of yourself, essentially, or try and get to a stable point in your life, at least." he went on.

He then sifted through some papers, and handed them to her.

"Read these." he said.

"Once you sign them, you'll be a resident here, living in our dorms." he told her.

"Access to gym, food, medical assistance, whatever you need." he continued.

"Just read those over and sign in the indicated places."