[center][b][u]Paranatural Conglomerate Countermeasures Headquarters — "Subject 14791" Guarding hall [/u][/b][/center]

The Song echoed through the white painted room and if there wouldn´t have been the four guards the song would would echoed through the room several thousand times and well considering that it was a song of Lynyrd Skynyrd that would have been a worse torture than the howling of Walker. The Texan Ranger sure had an organ but with oldies as...well old as this one had to wonder about his taste sometimes.

Sadly one had to empathize with this boulder of a man and so even the most grumpiest among of all the guard down in the room to cell "Subject 14791" aka Jack Rome, was slowly tapping his feet.

It really was a weird bunch down there. Walker as the unserious Senior, then Anthony Stone as the serious, the sarcastic and jumpy Elli and last but not least him. Eddy~
Eddy the psychopath, Eddy the freak or Eddy danced with demons~ He sure built up a reputation down here and he often worked together with Walker also serving in the Plan B group in the one or other occasion. He was friendly and warm hearted but then again not too soft on the core~ Infact he was THE stereotype of Texan people one could imagine and well Eddy had to know! He is bloody English!

Either way throughout the years of cooperation he had found one thing which Walker liked most...and that was old fashioned Rock music, not the good one thou! The annoying one! May it be Elvis Presley, Lynyrd Skynyrd or simple Gun´s and Roses he listened to it all while Eddy here furthermore listened to Western and Folk. When he hears a western guitar and a smokey voice, god, he could nearly jizz his pants, give him Johnny Cash and you will really see an eargasm.

So it was natural for Eddy to laugh loudly as Walker tried his best Elvis impression he ever gave to his best.

"Alright~ Alright~ I get the food~ just promise me to NEVER abuse Elvis show moves one a Lynyrd Skynyrd song again! Unless you really want me to raise Elvis from his grave to kick your butt"
Eddy did some boxing moves before getting imaginary getting kicked in the balls and so falling on his knees and imitating Walker´s howls. Before the man could raise to an counter Eddy gave a wink and headed outside the thick rubber framed doors by laying his hand onto the biometric lock and also entering an 12 numbered security code.

It was now a long white hall way leading straight for many meters where other thick rubber framed doors would pop up on the left and right. Eddy made his way through he corridor until he suddenly stopped before one with a sign saying "kitchen". Eddy again layed his hands on it and now had to enter another 12 digit code, this here was even low security compared to other parts of the PCMC and well the ceels as well were very luxurious, one should see the gamma-thread cells....cyro-sleep enough said? 
That aside the kitchen looked very plain, on a large table were many dishes with several numbers while in the back was a rather over weighted canteen women making the meals.

"Hey Sharon~" yelled Eddy and skimmed through the already finished meals and searched for the one with the sign "Subject 14791"
The canteen women made her way towards Eddy and pushed a tablet with a grilled steak and cooked vegetables into his hands. "Here for the ~special~ boy" She said returned to preparing further meals for the others inhabitants of other cells.
Well one couldn´t complain about bad food here could you? With the tablet in his hands Eddy returned to the other three guards.

"So who is taking his offer for Poker? Or do i need to rip him off again? I know~ i know~ i don´t play fair but you can accuse me of cheating, if you don´t have any proof how i do it" And saying that Eddy would place down the tablet with the food close to the door of "Subject 14791" before he then walks towards Elli is hands raised to the heights of his face before he slowly moves one behind her ear to then pull out a cigarette.

"I guess fate chooses you" He stated dry and put the cigarette into his mouth, not lighting it since that would be forbidden but out of sheer lack of smoking for nearly three hours. He felt the urge and so this was the most relief he could get. Furthermore a short kick of adrenalin by playing with fire or rather Elli would make things more easier to bear up with.