When Merlin heard the audio logs, he knew. He knew that this was it, the reason that he and his brother were the way they were. He wasn't about to pass up the chance to find out more, but equally, he wasn't going to walk into a trap. He wouldn't put it past the government to fake such recordings in an attempt to capture and use people with special powers. After all, more than a few times he or his brother had been forced to showcase something a little more than human in one dire situation or another, and the suited men would always show up a few days later. Not that it ever did them any good.

To that end, he staked out the location for a good few hours, hovering idly in midair as he used his powers to cause a powerful, localised heat shimmer that would obscure him from any concrete viewing or identification. He saw a few people enter, and nothing bad appeared to happen to them. He couldn't detect any of the Suits, as he'd dubbed them, nearby, so either they were very confident or it really wasn't a trap. He decided to go with the latter. It wasn't as if they were in serious danger from guns, anyway.

Retrieving his brother, he entered carefully. They were instructed to place their thumbs on a scanner, which apparently had records of their prints despite their never having any official records and never leaving prints anywhere or even visiting a doctor (they'd never needed to.) That was more evidence of the truth. Entering a room together over any protests that might have been offered about separate rooms, Merlin sat down calmly and began to meditate as he waited. His brother, more a man of action, paced up and down. He'd never liked having nothing to do.

Then, a voice came over the speakers.

[i]"State your full name please."[/i]

Merlin raised an elegant eyebrow.

"We have had many names. They change every time we move, but the name I have always considered as quintessentially [i]mine[/i], despite the frequent changes, is Merlin."

His brother followed a little more simply, with one word.

"Arthur."