Cade remained mostly silent as he followed behind John like a loyal hound, carrying both his bags in each hand. Frankly he couldn't wait to get a good feel of the weaponry he was issued. Even before becoming a Nightmare pistols had always been his specialty, and with his new augmentations, Cade could only [i]imagine[/i] the accuracy and firepower he would be capable of.

His thoughts became distracted, however, as his mind buzzed with new information being sent to him from John. Like downloading an entire packet of documents directly into his brain, Cade was both amazed and slightly frightened. Would he become so efficient that he lost his touch with humanity? It didn't matter how much metal they grafted onto his flesh, or implants they stashed away in his brain, his soul was still human - he had to hold onto that, or risk losing himself. 

As the trio entered the barracks, Cade relished in the [i]lack[/i] of activity going on, no constant movement or noise to disturb his implants, just himself and his two companions. Cade was unable or unwilling to hide a heavy sigh of relief as, for the first time in some days, he felt normal...well, as normal as he [i]could[/i] be. There were restless nights during training where his mind would think this was all a dream; that he were still back home, [i]whole[/i], and warm. But then he would wake up again and realize that such thoughts were allowed [i]only[/i] in dreams. There was no going back. 

The worst part about his implants aside from the terrible feedback was how [i]alien[/i] they felt. The United Front went to great lengths to try and recreate as much original feeling as possible...but one can't recreate something so precise as an actual human hand, they can only scratch the surface. Everything Cade felt was dull: texture and consistency were nearly an impossibility to him. Pain was almost nonexistent, as were small sensations...what he felt the most from his prosthetics, perhaps, was simply how [i]cold[/i] they were; cold and heavy. He would have most likely been slouching constantly had it not been for counterweights and other implants inside of him, augmenting his muscular and skeletal system to adapt to the cybernetics. 

Each footstep was heavy, as though there were twenty pound weights strapped to each foot every time he moved. He felt as though he had to [i]will[/i] his arms to move as opposed to natural reflexes. His ears picked up every sound around him for yards, and his eyes sometimes wouldn't adjust properly, flashing bright lights in front of him or causing him migraines when synchronizing between his eyes and his brain. 

Now getting a good idea of his surroundings, Cade quickly got to work getting adjusted to the barrack layouts, quite pleased at the comfortable furnishings they were given. No wonder the other soldiers weren't pleased to see them.

"This will do." Cade commented aloud, preferring to hide his true thoughts, not speak them. Ever since he became a Nightmare, speaking had become more of a nuisance than a necessity. What was the point of speaking when he could share information with his comrades in seconds? Words merely prolonged the job, lacked efficiency. 

Wordlessly, Cade headed to one of the three rooms, silently claiming it as his own as he put his bags down on the admittedly comfy looking bed, letting out a small sigh as he slowly pulled his mask off his face, staring at it for a few moments before letting it drop onto the bed.