Elliott stood in front of the supposed Committee Building. It was like any other skyscraper in Manhattan on the surface, but Elliott was well aware that it went much deeper than it appeared--literally. He'd opted not to go in unprepared and dug up a fair bit of information on the organization beforehand, as he liked to do with prospective employers. Because of that, he knew that he was being employed for more than just his hacking talents this time, and that thought excited him. He grinned. His tenure here would be fun.

He entered the building through the sliding glass doors and took in the sights. Strongly resembling a corporate office, Elliott was let down by the ordinariness of the place. Tables and chairs were scattered around in little groups toward the edges of the atrium, and there was a security desk in the center (he laughed internally at the audacity). It was certainly better than his shitty little Brooklyn apartment though. As he would be meeting someone here, Elliott took a seat on one of the couches and crossed his leg. With any luck, he'd be shown around by someone he'd appreciate talking to. Or looking at, he supposed.

So this Haru was the one who'd be taking him around, was he? He certainly wasn't bad on the eyes--his silvery white hair was a unique trait that Elliott found himself appreciating. He stood up, taking Haru's hand and shaking it firmly. "Elliott Hughes. The pleasure's all mine." He smiled disarmingly, and made no effort to hide that his eyes quickly scoped up the guy's body. Trim, fit, and overall powerful. He had quite the grip when he shook hands--they were hardened and callused which implied that his hands did good work. Elliott would have to determine if that work was strictly on the job or not, but he decided to save that homework for later.

As they stepped into the elevator, Elliott quickly looked at different pieces of the room. It was a standard, run of the mill type. The controller looked to be a computer, which was an interesting point of failure. Maybe it would be interesting to use that to figure out where this thing could go, because based on Haru's actions, they were already accessing protected areas.

He snapped back to reality as Haru asked his question. It was very much a welcoming and thoughtful prompt, but Elliott could see that he was being interviewed. "So what exactly do you do here, Haru? I'm interested in your point of view. Do you fight for the Committee? If so, how?"

Elliott grinned roguishly. "Oh, now you've got me interested. I like a guy who can handle a massive sword." He put his hands on his hips, listening as Haru spoke. The fact that he had a Fullbring was unsurprising--many Committee members did. At least he was vague enough about his powers, passing that little social engineering test. Elliott wondered if there was any person in the Committee who was more loose lipped.

Haru asked him about his powers. Elliott wasn't terribly concerned about keeping it secret, truth be told. It was a pretty basic ability. "I can modify my body in a bunch of different ways. Go faster, be stronger, enhance certain properties, et cetera." His smirk remained. "Definitely helps when I need to fuck up some somebody's day."
       
Elliott was pleasantly surprised that they made that connection as Haru mentioned him hacking the system. Normally his personas as a superhuman and a hacker were disjoint, but the fact that the Committee had possibly linked Elliott to Kerberos made him happy. Being in the hands of competent people was better than them being his enemy--he knew that fact very well. That said, he made a point to assuage Haru's concerns--clearly he or the Committee wasn't aware of the scope of his cyber-espionage prowess.

"About that," he said. "While it's cute that you're confident in your security policy, there's no such thing as an airtight system. I'm a bit of a penetration expert. I can get in any fuckin' system you throw at me. Lucky for you though, big guy, I don't think I've been hired to run any security tests on your systems, though I'm sure you've got some weird kinky shit stashed somewhere that I'd love to see." He winked at Haru.

Haru mentioned the Arrancar’s Hierro—something he’d read about—and it was a true concern. However, Elliott was pretty sure that Hierro’s protective effect applied more to cutting and piercing damage than percussive damage. It made sense that Haru would make himself over that, being a swordsman, but Elliott figured he would be able to work around that issue with less difficulty. He chose not to say anything about it, simply nodding instead.

Over the course of the elevator ride, Haru batted away his teasing with the power of a true stony-faced professional, but Elliott was not to be deterred. He followed Haru out of the elevator with his hands in his pockets as his guide took him to where he would be staying. “Biometric scanner, nice.” He commented, noting the Committee’s smart thinking by incorporating biometric security devices.
   
Adding a requirement of “something one is” to a security policy was in most cases one of the most effective ways to enhance it (although Elliott was uniquely qualified to circumvent basically any biometric scanner, a fact he felt no need to disclose to anyone here unless it came up.) He was, however, quite let down by the presence of manual locks on these doors, but he supposed for a simple residence security would have to give way to convenience for the technologically illiterate. That could certainly bite them in the ass later.
   
Following Haru’s instruction, and changing his handprint to another configuration he’d memorized, he placed his hand on the scanner. There was no way he’d give this organization his true handprint—at least not now. Up until now they’d never taken his handprint, so there shouldn’t have been a problem with him registering a fake one. When his name popped up on the electric label, confirming that he’d registered the room, the door slid open with no noise whatsoever. Stepping inside, it was similar in size the the apartment he’d been staying in before, although everything was updated and generally higher quality, which he’d appreciated. He’d have to verify the encryption on the wireless keyboard and mouse or away they would go.
   
He was interested to learn that it was soundproofed. While it made sense for a facility of this standard, he was surprised to learn they’d go that far for residences. He grinned. “You’d better be happy I can’t just walk in here with any fuckin boy I pick up. Some of them would really test that soundproofing.”
   
Haru wrapped up this little leg of the tour, explaining that he would return in ten to fifteen minutes to pick him up for a trip to R&D. As Haru finished up, he informed Elliott that he’d give him time with the room before returning to continue the orientation.
   
“Sounds good, stud.” Elliott said. “Come back whenever.”
   
As Haru would leave, Elliott already thought of a couple things he’d have to bring from his place—his laptop for one.

Elliott perused his room, quickly making sure everything was in order. Browsing in the stocked fridge, he grabbed an apple and took it with him to the bedroom. There was a nice full size bed with an adjoined bathroom--definitely a treat. That bed actually looked comfortable too. By the time Haru returned, he was poking around in the shower. Elliott jogged back when he heard the knock. He pitched his apple core in the trashcan and opened the door.

Haru seemed awfully terse as he led Elliott down the elevator and to the requisitions office. It was a quick affair, and Elliott put in a quick order for two of those GLOCK-Zeros he pilfered info on before. If he was going to be part of the Committee, it was the least he could do to take advantage of their facilities and arm himself with a ranged option. Elliott wasn't really as interesting in flirting with or teasing this Stan guy, or whatever Haru called him, so it was a quick exchange, and soon Elliott found himself meeting up with Haru again.
       
"Yo!" Elliott waved. "I'm all done." He patted the two pistols holstered on his hips. "So what's the deal with the fun part? You got me all stoked, man."