Seventy-three cryotubes were waiting for him when he stepped into the dark building, frozen and stiff and calling out to him from their slumber. The power stored within them practically radiated from the tubes, and Harewood knew it wouldn't be long until it would be harnessed for it's rightful purpose; to reanimate the most important people in the universe. With the help of Khan and the rest of the Augments, they would be just one step closer to improving the galaxy - starting with the demolition of the more worthless beings.
Slowly, Harewood began to pace the large warehouse. It was set up to be as functional as possible, with rows of cryotubes set up neatly in a rectangular pattern that used the entirety of the warehouse as practically as possible. The whole building reeked of Starfleet simplicity - they didn't even bother to install any form of lighting for the area, merely let the cryotubes gentle blue glow be enough. Though Harewood welcomed the darkness, the Augments deserved to be seated upon thrones - Starfleet was shelving them away like packaged food in a grocery store when they were meant to be back on their home planet or up in the expanse of the universe, where they belonged.
Pushing past his despise for Starfleet, Harewood reminded himself of his mission. Soon, soon his people would be saved, released from their prisons to start along their righteous path to justice. He began counting the pods at the door, working his way northwards as he murmured the numbers under his breath. From the door to the other side of the warehouse, there were six in a row. He made note of this, knowing within seconds that he need not count farther. Seventy-three divided by six was roughly twelve, which meant that they were set up in a six by twelve rectangle - an easy math problem to solve. However, that was only the begining of the challenges he faced in this warehouse. The first, and most important - where was Khan?
Obviously, there was a row among the formation that had one extra cryotube, which would be Khan's. But which row was it? Already frustrated and impatient, Harewood found himself moving back to the door - not in defeat, but in determination. He was going to find something around this warehouse that would give him a clue to their system of organization.
It was when he got to the front of the building again that he saw them. There wasn't much light in the building, the only hint of natural illumination coming from two medium-sized square windows lined up beside the front door. As he approached the door in search of something to guide him - a map certainly would have been helpful - he happened to glance through the warped glass panes and out to the barren landscape on the other side. At first, he almost missed the figures that were positioned a short ways from the door, almost mistook them for just another part of the scenery. But as they came closer, it became unmistakable - the impatient rushing of Kirk, the mechanically planned movement of Spock, and the obedient following of a crewmember Harewood couldn't place. It looked like the helmsman that had shown particular concern for Pavel. How fascinating.
A team of testosterone and revenged fueled toddlers, come to attack him. It was enough of make him smirk happily, gleeful of his advantage. He could see them, but they couldn't see him - it was all such fun. Of course, it was only entertaining to watch mice seeking the cheese in a maze for so long, and he knew he would have to reveal himself sooner or later. At the moment, sooner sounded much more interesting. If he let them stumble around for too long, they'd probably run smack into the side of the building. As hilarious as that would be, seeing Kirk smush his self-righteous chiseled jaw into the "invisible" metal building, Harewood had to spare them - he was all too eager to get that fight he had been promised by the Captain himself.
Any other self-proclaimed "villain" would do his business in the building and hope they didn't find him before he was done. But this was Thomas Harewood, and he was not your run-of-the-mill (also self-proclaimed) "mastermind." The thrill of the chase, the rush of success when he saw the look on their defeated faces...that was what fueled him. Some called it arrogance, he called it merely savoring the moment of everything falling into place. And who would he be to deny himself of that simple pleasure?
So he reached the door, and waved his hand over the small panel next to the doorknob. In an instant, modern technology placed a switchboard in his hands. He was still in awe over how this whole situation worked. When he first found the building, it had been difficult to turn off the cloaking device manually - now that he knew where the panel was, he could take a better look at it. It was full of little buttons and lights, monitors and symbols. For now, he was only looking for the same button to turn off the device and reveal himself to the Enterprise crew. But perhaps later, he would figure out something that might help him locate Khan's cryotube. First, he was focused on obliterating the pesky little rescue mission that sat waiting for him.
The button in question was small, almost lost in the the plethora of others that were almost identical to it-tiny, black, and generally unnoticeable. But this one was more scratched, marked, and worn down from use, clearly indicating that it was the one Harewood wanted. He had to resist the urge to press his face to the window and watch as those children were given the biggest surprise in their life. Instead, he had to pull back, pressing the button from as far as possible, so that he could hide behind the door and not be seen. There would be a time to present himself in the very near future.