The complex was now buzzing with a new energy, urgency, though the weariness of battle still hung over many of the Vanguardians. Adem sat in the computer room, information being uploaded into his brain by Jym.
Ozzy Baxter walked through the door. He seemed lost. Lost in the "I don't know which room I'm in" lost. Not the "I don't know where my life is going or what I want to do with it" lost. Though, there may have been a smidge of that too. "You.... you wouldn't happen to know where the bar is? I mean, this is an old hotel or something, right? There is a bar, right?"
Adem shrugged his shoulders. "I really don't know. I'm new here myself."
"Damn," Ozzy grumbled as he ran his fingers through the white strands of hair. "I could really go for a drink or twelve." Ozzy stood in silence for a few moments before realizing that he was staring at the six foot eight inch tall Adem Different sitting in the chair, pouring over the information scrolling past the screen. "So, did you use to play basketball or something? Because you look like this guy who played center at Harvard. Great player. Wound up missing a lot of free throws his softmoore year. That was the same year I went to Cancun for Spring Break. How are you at free throws?"
"I haven't the slightest notion of what you're talking about," Adem finally replied.
"Don't know about basketball, eh? You talk a little strange. Are you a foreigner?"
