Skipper growled.

"Why do they want to meet us?" Skipper demanded, taking a step toward the ugly man.

Finally the man came to his sences and realized that Skipper was a threat and backed up, wide eyed.

"Because...oh I don't know...I never get told anything anymore." He stuttered.

Skipper took another step toward the man,before I grabbed his arm and pulled him back gently.

"Skipper he's not worth it. Just lets go meet the director and get all the information we can before we do something we'll both regret" I reasoned with him, and he relaxed.

He ugly man just looked at us and beckened the door.

"Um...the director doen't like to be kept waiting." He whispered, and Skipper death-glared him.

"Fine we'll go with you. But if you people try any funny business, your dead." He growled in ugly man's face.

His face drained of blood as i (once again) pulled Skipper away.

We walked though several hallyways when we finally stopped at a simple white door with a silver handle.

Ugly Man opened the door, shoved us in, and quickly shut the door behind us.

The room was more like a living room than an office. It had leather couches, pale carpeting,creme coloered walls with family pictures covering them. Butthe only difference was that on the far side of the room was a large wooden desk with a leather rollie chair facing the HUGE window.

The chair swirled around to face us, and showed a middle aged woman with the face of a mother, but the body of a model.

"Ah project Alpha. Your finally here. It's so nice to meet you, my name is June Summers." She extened her hand out to us.

Neither of us made a move. I didn't because i thought Skipper might, but he just stared at her with hate clear in is eyes.

I sighed and grasped her hand.

"Hi, My name is Marlene" I spoke in a clear, unwavering voice.

"It's nice to meet you Marlene. And who is your partner?" She asked, glancing at Skipper.

"Oh. he's-"

"Nobody you need to know"Skipper interupted.

I sighed and looked down, mentally kicking myself for being so trusting. Didn't i learn that from Rhonda?

June sighed too, and smiled at me.

"I had a feeling he was going to say that."