William had returned to the command centre of the station with a fresh spring in his step. He chatted to people, shook hands, congratulated technicians or analysts on recent promotions or successes, eventually making his way to the workstation where a bored looking engineer sat. "before you ask bossmang, he's not doing anyting," the man said, slowly bringing a bulb of coffee to his lips, taking a loud, slurping sip, and returning it to its magnetic base with all the speed of a sloth. William chuckled to himself and walked around the engineers chair so that he could look over the mans shoulder at his display. It showed the super soldier, Archangel, sitting on the floor, not moving. "He smashed almost all of de cameras, all of de obvious ones at least, and when he seemed satisfied with det he just sat down and stopped." "Stopped? Stopped what?" William said, using the desk controls to zoom in on the soldier. "Uh...everyting short of breathing I guess," the engineer said, slightly confused, "if he were a Buddhist monk I'd say he's got de meditation thing down, but he's a pashang super soldier, what's he got to meditate on?" "Oh probably on how to break out of his cell and murder every last person here no doubt. Are the counter measures in place?" "Aye bossmang, de moment he tries to breach de habitat gets ejected from de main station. Missile pods will target and destroy if need be." William clapped the man on the back before standing back up, "good man. All he needs to do is keep sitting there...Maybe send a shrink down there in a few days to try unpack whatever the fuck the Earthers did to him." "Understood bossmang, I'll arrange for someone to see him within the week."