Norad, headquarters to the largest aerospace defense and warning program in the United States, had detected Jerod's fighter before it had entered earth's atmosphere and tracked him all across the globe. Many men had kept close eyes on him, hovering his containment tube while taking blood and minor tissue samples, multiple x rays and anything else that would at least give them some idea of what he is and/or where he came from.
One ranking officer in particular, Brigadier general Manheim, had taken great interest in Jerod, but not for any military or scientific reasons. He entered the room where Jerod was being held in, and stood over the tube as the others present saluted and stood at attention. "At ease men." "Yes sir!" Studying the results already obtained through vigorous hours, he asked "Any chance or any sign of contamination, virus or extra-terrestrial bacteria?" The chief doctor replied "None that we can detect sir. We've scanned him several times as well as test his tissue and blood samples."
"Then take him out of that tube and give him some fresh air, I wanna talk to him." Puzzled, but not wanting to cross the general, the men opened the tube and left the room. Jerod slowly came to, blinking and taking in the natural air into his sterilized lungs. Seeing the machines, wires and strange environment surrounding him he jumped out of the tube, hoping to flee using his newfound speed and strength but was dumbfounded when nothing including the telepathy impact happened.
"Easy there son, we're not gonna harm you. I'm Brigadier General Vincent Manheim, ranking officer here at Norad." Slightly relieved but still uneasy, Jerod began to bombard the General with question after question, of which the general tried to explain and answer. "Look, we both obviously have plenty of questions that need answering so why don't you and I go to the mess hall and grab a bite to eat, ok?" Blindly answering, Jerod agreed and they both walked down the metal lined hallway. Grabbing themselves small portions of food, they sat down and began to give each other boatloads of information.
"Well," Jerod began "I'm obviously from a different planet, called Terra Prime where my people are locked in a civil war." "How did that all go down?" Manheim questioned. "No one really knows where he came from, but a war monger named General Zang influenced our neighboring people that we were suppressing them or some jazz, then next thing we know the war started." "So, what do think he's gaining from all of this? Power, glory, economic reasons?"
Smirking at the question, Jerod replied "I mean from what I've seen he's one of those 'do it for sport' type of men." Manheim chuckled at that before retorting "The worst of the worst." After Manheim told Jerod everything about our world, it's history and workings in comparison to Terra prime. Afterwards,Jerod then explained how he remembers getting to earth after the battle with Zang's fleet, both men realizing that Jerod had a tendency for rashness and even impatientness.
"So, you say that when you first landed back in Central park, as soon as you caught first sight of our sun you immediately start hearing and seeing all these things from everyone around you?" "Then the next thing I know I'm stronger and faster than I've ever been before, crashing and speeding all around not knowing exactly what to do with it all. Heck, not even sure I want any of it…" Manheim spoke up "I may be able to help with that."
