The Room Was one of the meany briefing rooms that the ISF had. Medium sized bland walls, a whiteboard, projector, light strips and scattered around the room were a handful of metal chairs, probably no more than ten. Two people were already in the room, One was huge, sitting on the desk looking away from the room at the whiteboard, stroking his beard slowly and thoughtfully, the other sat sprawled across two chairs a third floating above his palm in a shimmering feild, twisting this way and that, seeming to ignore normal rules as magnetic fields forced it to contort in slow and torturous movements. the two seemed to ignore the existence of one another. both however waited for the same thing.