[h1]John White - Cafeteria[/h1]

A thud and a voice broke John from his thoughts, as he looked up from his food, John saw Jackson, leader of SOUL start in on his midday meal, after the normal greeting of '[i]Right kid?[/i] John grunted, paused for a moment before answering in words: "[i]Same as normal - for being stuck in this shit hole.[/i]" The Animal Mimic stole a quick glance to see the Jackson was taking a look at the others who had so far trickled into the room for another dose of slop.

Having finished his own slop (slightly better then other Factions slop) John took to studying Jackson as the boss took the time to get back to what John thought to be double checking the mental list of the whos who and what in terms of the factions, their leaders etc.

after another moment of two Norvandell had entered, followed the process and was soon sitting with Jackson and himself just as said leader had shouted out to the messenger.

[i][b]"Oi, messenger kid, outside solitary in forty minutes, don't be late"[/b][/i] 

John saw that Jackson had turned to him again with a calculating look in his eye,
[i][b]"Oh yeah. I gotta take someone out at the arena today. Think you can get Jason to disable the cameras?"[/b][/i] 

[i]"Yeah, you command, I do - I spose you want me to offer some of our food rations or time out from the arena as a first offer Guv'?"[/i] John still had a half thick accent from the outback, but with his rather British dialect it made for an odd combo.

[i]"But whats the back up plan?"[/i] While he waited for his boss to answer, John turned to Norvandell, raised an eyebrow and started to inquire about his day - starting with a long running thing John did. [i]"You ever think of getting a shorter name Norvandell?[/i]