Justin grabbed his duffle bag and came off the plane, or whatever this thing was. He looked around the base, and saw an old man and some kid. The some of the others were reacting, he figured they were someone important. But he saw fear, anger, feelings like that in the eyes of those around him, so he teleported to the front of the crew, acting as a shield.

"So, I take it you are some kind of big boss?" He asked the old man, then looked at him. He took notice of a tattoo of numbers on his arm. He raised his eyebrow, and looked at his own arm, showing a similar tattoo. "You a survivor?" He asked. "My grandmother was one as well." He said, looking at the older man. He didn't trust the man much, but he softened up abit. "So, why are we here? Mr. Blue wasn't very big on details, and unlike the others, I wanna hear you out before I decide to leave or not." He said.