After that Dr. Bradly did his best to evoke emotions all over the spectrum with leading questions that made it quite obvious he knew quite a bit about Darren, aside from the exact details of his life on the street. Every response seemed to please the doctor greatly but Darren was looking more than a little worn out. He had had to talk about his relationship with his parents, which had been good but was very painful to think about. He had a brief reprieve describing things that made him happy, which at this point involved nice sunny days, good cups of coffee and real beds. They didn't make him very happy but they were the only snatches of contentedness he could recall these past years and thankfully the doctor seemed satisfied.
Then Bradley asked how Darren felt about the general. Darren went deathly silent, even his breathing seemed to have stopped. Finally, in a completely bland tone he said. "He's the general." On the computer, the doctor seemed to be getting the biggest spikes yet and seemed quite intrigued.
"I see. Yes well, very true." He hummed softly to himself. "Wonderful, a much better subject than-" He stopped himself abruptly and shrugged whatever he was saying off before turning and grinning brightly. "Now then, it's time for the fun part. Tell us about your magic."
Darren frowned slightly and resisted the urge to shrug as it would probably pull the various sensors off of him. "There's not much to say. I am good with glamours, decent with mesmers and I know a little bit of conjuring..." He sighed softly and glanced away. "After all, my parents haven't been around to teach me much."
The doctor looked a little disappointed, but he could hardly complain about a thing that was their own fault. "True, but did you not experiment while on your own?"
"Why try to get better at something that made you a target?" Darren couldn't help the dry tone that came into his voice. Any practicing of higher level more obvious magic would just have made it that much easier to find him. He had no reason to try and expand his repertoire.
Bradley managed to not react particularly to that, if anything he seemed rather amused. "Ah well, that will not be much of a problem." He glanced over as a more military looking man stepped into the room. "yes?"
"I'm here to take Agent Smithers to her dinner." The man said, glancing around and easily picking Myleen from the group. "If you would come with me, the director is waiting for you." He waited briefly for her to get up and start towards the door before he turned around and marched back towards the elevator, taking her back up to the first basement floor and leading her deep into the complex. The furnishings got nicer and nicer until they reached what was obviously the directors suite. Just inside there was a table set up for two and the director was already sitting in one of the seats.
"Welcome, Agent Smithers." The director flashed her a winning smile. He was lean and athletic looking, he hadn't gone to seed after climbing up to his position like some had. His black hair was long enough to hang around his face, showing off two piercingly brilliant green eyes. "Do sit, please. What do you think of the facility so far?"