OOC: Next part up this afternoon at the latest, this is just so Zeph can do whatever he wants to do.

Jade slowly walked into the mess hall and grabbed some food and black coffee. She sat down with the others, "gunshots at 8am? It's great to be home." She noticed Angel's shirt, and stifled a laugh. Taking a long swig of her non-sugared non-cream coffee, she began to wake up a little. She looked around the mess, but couldn't find Scrya anywhere. "Anyone know where our mystery girl went?"

(( Actually, it's not what I want to do, it's what MC wants to do, so you'll have to talk with him about it. ))

"Well, I thought she followed me in here, but I guess not..." Wraith says, looking around.

But as if to spite him, Scrya then walks in the door and stops to look around, getting her bearings. "Oh, there she is," Wraith says, looking up at her.

She spots him and the group, flashes a smile, and goes over to the serving line for a plate. While she waits for the cook to give it to her, though, she notices a lot of the people in the mess hall are staring at her, or trying to hide their stares. Taking her plate over to the table, she figures it can't be how she's dressed, since she changed into something simpler this morning: karate pants and a cutoff shirt.

She sits down with her plate next to Wraith and smiles at him, then looks around at everyone else at the table as a silence falls over them, everyone looking over at her. Smiling at them nervously, she asks with a small laugh, "Why do I get the feeling everybody was just talking about me?"

Coyote-Johnson straightened Jackson's tie.

"Thank you dad, your the best." Jackson said.

"Not a problem, hope you are feeling better now."

"Absolutely."

"Good. Now run off and play you scamp."

Wolf dropped his gaze. "Uh, that's because we were." he said to Scrya. "I was simply asking Wraith about any info he had obtained about you, regarding your identity and your past and such. Seems to be a pretty interesting past at that. I find it rather amazing that someone of your background was able to come to the conclusion on your own that Mastermind was not as great as originally believed; most of the time it takes a lot of psychotherapy to break his influence on people as deeply steeped in his...army as you were. Then again, you were imprisoned for 7 years in solitary, so I guess that gave you a lot of reflection time."

He paused for a second. "I don't want to force you into anything here, Scrya, but it seems to me that if your 'brothers and sisters' are still running around, we could really use your help in learning how to best combat them. Once again, I'm not trying to force you to join up with us, ultimately it is your decision."

But if she does join, he thought as he waited for her response That would be a pretty big boost to the team, especially since she knows techniques with nano-augmentations that I've barely scratched the surface with. Then again...she's had 7 years...I've had only 3 months.

She looks around the table a bit, forcing a soft laugh as she glances back down at her food. "I'm still deciding."

Monk watched as the sun had made its way up the sky, it's full roundness now showing. The sunrise was complete, and now his body started to complain. I'm hungry... he could her his stomach cry out with a loud moan. Getting up and walking down the stairs he quickly found his way to the mess hall, actually not getting lost! Monk smiled, today was to be a good day.

He walked up to the counter and looked at the choices in front of him. Bacon, eggs, pancakes, waffles, you name it, it was there. What do I want!? Monk was used to not eating at all for breakfast, if anything, a little tea would suit him just fine, but for some reason he craved food. He looked up at the lady and nodded, "I'll have one of each." She raised an eyebrow. A big... ugly... moley eyebrow. "Yeah..." He pointed to each of the items in front of him, "One of that, one of that..." and so on until each item was pointed to and stuffed on a plate.

Three plate fulls later, he balanced the food goodness on the tray along with the orange juice, milk, apple juice, cranberry juice, and the herbal tea, he made his way to the table where everyone had gathered, mostly seeing Wolf's head and Angel's pink shirt. Sitting down, he looked at him, "Don't you think that is odd attaire for a funeral? Most people go in a suit, or at least in a ceramonial robe." There was no hint of joke in Monk's eyes.

Wraith coughs and clears his throat, sitting forward and looking over at Monk. "Uhh, let's not bother him too much, he's off to a bad start today..." he says, stifling a guilty chuckle.

Jade stifled another laugh, "yea the pink really brings out the coffee stains which are really difficult to get out. I hope you have some good detergeant." Jade stretched for a moment just as Monk walked around the table with his mountain of food. Although he had razor sharp senses, it was 8am after all. Monk tripped over Jade's outstretched foot and fell face first into his tray. Jade looked down in almost horror which then broke into an uncontrollable laugh. "Monk...heh...I'm sorry..."

No one could see it, but his eye was twitching in the mess of syrup that was now his face. Literally peeling himself up off the plate, he glared at Jade. "That was mean... Why did you do that?" He picked himself up and licked his lips. "Mmm... this is some good stuff..." He grinned a little, picking up a limp pancake and hucking it at the silver-haired girl, "Have a bite!"

Jade saw the pancake flying at her in slow motion. She ducked at the last possible only to watch it fly overhead and nail Wolf full on in the face. "Uh oh..."

OOC: FOOD FIGHT!!