11:20 p.m - Warehouse Distict
Finally! He was finally getting to leave the little box that had come to be his home over the past week. Honestly Arlo didn't think he could have been any more excited by the prospect of getting out of that particular building. Not only did it mean that the doc's would have to take a break from turning the agent into a human pin cushion, it meant that the preliminary testing he'd done yesterday had gone well. Arlo had been working on control and out side of one small mishap where he'd blacked out the lower floor of the indoor testing area, things had gone quite well in his opinion. Guess it was only time before brass would want live field testing.
Currently he was sitting in the back of a blacked out van, which to be honest, was perfectly ok for the agent. It was dark, and the dark was comfortable. Even the voices seemed to be taking a much needed break and Arlo was content to lean back in his seat and bask in the silence. It was so rare. They'd been driving for what felt like a good hour before the van turned off what was presumably a main road. Not surprising. They probably wanted to make sure he was no where near an active population in case something went wrong... they'd also probably chosen a place that was relatively dark to start with.
Arlo knew the brass was concerned with his conduct, considering the last mutant they'd had went awol and bombed the place. Probably why he had what felt like a small army with him acting as escort. Clark was here, which was to be expected, and Arlo thought he might have recognized on of the other younger agents but he couldn't be sure.
Eventually the van he was in rolled to a slow stop and the agent felt a sure of excitement. When the side door of the van was opened the older man blinked a few times and the initial brightness before sliding out. He took a deep breath of the fresh night air and felt a grin tug at the corners of his mouth. Arlo let his eyes scan the area before letting them slip shut. He reached out to the shadows to get a better idea of where they were. Warehouses. Lots and lots of warehouses. Perfect.
Opening his eyes again he turned to look for whoever was running the show. "So what's the plan?"