Howard stepped forward, accepting Stephanie's handshake. She was pretty, but certainly young, and just not his type. In fact, his type had long since died, and the thought of her was a sad one. He shook his head and stepped back. "She's in the labs." Howard said simply. "Keeping track of the item."

"Ohh, what's the item?" Raine rubbed her hands together as if expecting something. "An alien? A spaceship? A piece of another planet or something harboring the origin of existence itself?"

Howard shook his head. "I'm not telling you. Either of you. It's too high a security level to share with citizens---"

"But we got in We got into the green zone! We've got to be more than regular-class citizens..." Raine gripped the bars of the cell hard, as if she thought she could bend them with sheer willpower.

With a sigh, Howard reached into his pocket and pulled out a keycard, which he slipped into the slot on the cell door. Cards were easier to handle, and difficult to copy, unlike metal or plastic keys. The cell unlocked with a beep, and the door slid aside. "I have other things in mind. Both of you know where the green zone is---it's been kept pretty quiet so far. We don't have the technology to clean specific memories from a person's mind yet, so I have a feeling the best thing for you to avoid prison is to prove you're of sound mind, body, and able to function. You might be pretty useful as a little more than a couple crazies, after all." He paused. "Of course, we could always keep a cell open for you two in Omaha." He turned, stepping to the glass doors.