Vlad began to drift away from the sparring room, still needing to get something to eat and get some sleep too. It had been a long flight, but he was so worried about how WAR PIG was being handled that he was a nervous wreck, and 16 hours of being on the verge of a nervous breakdown was pretty tiring.

“I'll be back to get my money later,” he called to Molly. He liked the looks of the new recruit. He may not be as fast the women, but he knew how to aim which was half of the sparring sessions.

He hadn't been to the Shatterdome since he was being recruited himself, and he had mostly forgotten where everything was. Nine years of running nearly constant missions had forced somethings out of his head, and it looked like the hallways of the Shatterdome had been an unfortunate casualty. He wasn't even sure if there would still be food in the cafeteria at this time, but it was worth a shot. Now he just needed to find where it was.

He kept winding down the cement corridors, passing the labs, living quarters and officers quarters before he had a distinct feeling of deja vu. He passed the labs again, and decided to stand where he was until someone walked by that he could ask directions of. It seemed like a pretty busy place and he didn't anticipate having to wait for too, too long.