Benji was uncomfortable with the thought of strangers drawing blood and checking him through some kind of data base. He didn’t care for the thought of there being any records of who or what he was even if they were only in the hands of allies, as information like that could always be leaked. He could see the need for it though, if they had a secret base for supernaturals it would be detrimental for an agent of the scientists to infiltrate it. If he resisted it would make him look like he was some sort of supernatural traitor and would likely never find out if this whole supernatural underground. His curiosity was too strong for that to be a viable option, he was going to have to accept this identification check. He rolled up the sleeve of his shirt and waited as they systematically checked the passengers on the pass while jazz played over the radio. A man eventually approached him, scanned him for facial recognition and drew a vial of blood from his outstretched arm. 

“Name?” The man asked him in order to label the vial of blood he’d taken from Benji. 

“Ben,” He answered, paused for a moment before adding, “Ben Urich.” He wasn’t going to give out his real name or the alias he used to rent his motel room. He was also careful not to use one that could be connected to any crime he had been involved with in case they ran any background checks. He’d never been arrested or charged but he knew a few of his fake names were probably in more than a few police reports as a suspect or person of interest. Since Ben was a fairly common name he always kept the same first name making it easier for him to keep track of his alias. 

The man gave him a look that let him know he could clearly tell that Benji had given him a fake name. The man had probably been doing this for a while and Benji had paused for a second to think of the right name to give. The man didn’t press the issue though and simply made some kind of note before moving on. Benji leaned back in his seat and looked out the window trying to figure out where they were headed. He was disappointed when the jazz music suddenly stopped and a strange, bright light lit up the sky. It wasn’t lightening and he figured it must be from whatever was still going on at what used to be a theater. The buses seemed to be headed away from the denser parts of the city, and he hoped out of the city all together. Benji could really use some fresh air and the kind of open space you couldn’t find in a city.