A man with a grey and green mask turned around to John, who seemed very business like, and greeted him in a peculiar way.
"My name is Creed, I'm the project manager. I know exactly who you are, after all I was the one that picked you. Along with every pilot for Project Roboticka," He said chuckling softly.
John shook Creed's hand.
"Well then there's no need for introducing myself" He replied, smiling.
Creed walked away to the front of the line
"Aw man, that guy's my boss? He's kinda strange" He thought, unaware that the nanobots picked up everything.
"Ah well, strange is good in a time like this"

John decided to leave the queue for food, he wasn't all that hungry after all. He left the cafeteria and followed the signs to the sleeping quarters, however on his way he noticed several things. Firstly, the amount of staff that wore lab coats was astonishing, secondly his bodly felt tingly from the injection, and thirdly, he really wanted to see Centurion again. He finally reached the rooms and chose his, he opened the door after checking his door number, room 4, and looked inside, it was bland at first, with not much in it but he could definatately
 tell what he wanted, a punching bag in the far corner, some posters and maybe a rack for the gloves he wore over his career, if pilots got there belongings.