Get in and make your way up slowly. Take your time and gain their trust. Then when you're able to move without seeming suspicious your mission begins.

Yeah that'd been the plan originally. Get in make it to the top and knock the corrupt government flat on its ass. Too bad it didn't go nearly as simple as the old man had planned. The old man hadn't counted on being caught early on and the old man hadn't thought twice about selling out an at the time 13 year old child to the military.

Odin sighed. He'd gotten lucky that the leader of the base he'd been stationed at had gotten him out of the trouble the old man had put him in. He owed his life to Owens who'd vouched that the boy had been an exemplary soldier and was hospitalized and kept unconscious at the time the base had been cut off from their power supply and an attempt was made at the government leaders assembled there to discuss whatever lame thing those money grabbing idiots wanted to discuss.

Of course he had been in the medical wing of the base at the time and he had been badly hurt, but he wasn't unconscious and far from uninvolved. He'd been given the job to cut the power while the old man sent in a team to do the killing part of the job. Odin had seen a million flaws in the plan before it started, but he had little choice in whether they went through with it or not. He didn't know where the old man was and couldn't care either. At the time he'd been worried about Max in his hidden lab who ran a lot of risks at the time. He didn't know why Owens had covered for him either, but he found out soon enough.

He still remembered the day he'd been recruited by Owens himself to join a coup d' etat group. The conversation had been interesting to say the least, but after consideration Odin found that it was the best option. Max would be safer if he accepted Owen's offer and well if Owens ever turned on them Odin knew he could easily solve that issue with what he'd hidden in his personal hiding spot. One of many secrets Owens didn't know about him.

"Hey Lowe! Yer getting a new roommate. Owens wants you in his office in an hour to greet the newbie and be his chaperon!" a mocking voice called from behind his locked door.
"Better get going...won't do to be late...Owens will be enough of a pain without my being late...let's go see the fresh meat. With any luck he won't be another dumbbell like the rest here." he sighed. Odin cared little for the idiots he was forced to form teams with at this base. It wasn't that he felt himself to be above them or something; he was just better than them. He was smarter then these blockheads. He was faster then them too and strong enough to hold his own against the best the base had to offer if he combined his best abilities namely his brains speed and the fact that he was of Asian decent and thus genetically determined to be permanently stuck at a 5"2 height. He'd been forced to prove this fact more then once and not because he wanted to really. Odin had more fights on his name than most other soldiers at the base, but he also held that record without having ever provoked a single one of them himself.

Odin got up and took his time to walk to the office. He even stopped by the mess-hall to grab lunch adding a few things for both the newbie and the commander as the former might not have had time for lunch and the former would probably have forgotten it.