Hades now masterfully disguised as a postman, with the name George Vervalsing drove up to the gates of the camp to deliver the mail and post. George Vervalsing was an old man, with a greying white beard (thing Sean Connery in “The Rock”), he slowly made his way towards an admin centre with a sack of mail and small parcels, he had some bigger ones in the back of his postal van but he wanted to sigh in and make sure of where to take them before he wasted his energy. He took his time, according to his records this was his first time on the route so he was curious and looked around as if curious, but secretly assessing the security, and trying to find and recognize familiar faces that he had seen on the order’s and X-men name lists.

"Hey Darkie! Over hurry, will ya?"

Neena glanced over her glasses at her current guard escort, several paces ahead of her. She resisted the urge to glare; she'd gotten somewhat used to the derogatory 'mutie' and 'freak' comments, but racial comments still went through her. Lately she'd been rather irritable anyway, so if he came out with the n-word, she was ready to drop her blond act and slug the guy right here and now.

Fortunately he moved on to yell at someone else, leaving Neena to do as ordered. This particular day's order involved a shift in the main office. She arrived about the same time as what looked like a mailman.

<"Odd job of the day? Mail sorting. Lovely.... just lovely....">

She sighed to herself, and waited until someone told her exactly what to do. She wasn't in the mood to take the initiative, but rather to take advantage. Behind the dark glasses, her eyes darted around, searching for anything she could make use of later.

“Miss! excuse me, but do you know where I sign in to deliver the mail, it is my first day. I am George by the way.” He held out his right hand, in doing so it freed the two bracelets that he was wearing. The ornaments on theses bracelets dangled and caught the light, one was of the symbol that was displayed in the X-men’s lobby, and the other was the Symbol of the order. They were only visible for an instant, then it was almost as if he noticed that they were free. A quick flick of the wrist and they were gone, back into the sleeves of George’s postal uniform

“Miss! excuse me, but do you know where I sign in to deliver the mail, it is my first day."

Neena tilted her head toward the man. Before she could answer, one of the guards answered for her.

"Over there, Bub. Don't break your back, let her do it. She can pretend to be useful."

<"Oh yeah, I can pretend just fine,"> she thought silently. She carefully kept her face blank as she bent to pick up the sack. She felt an inward satisfaction at the thought of the guard's look when she stopped pretending.

"I am George by the way.”

Neena paused to look at the mailman. Yeah, he was new all right. The regulars never bothered to talk to the 'help'.

A tiny flicker of light near his wrist caught her eye, before he hid it again. One eyebrow raised curiously behind her dark glasses. She nodded a greeting, before turning to deliver the sack to the sorting desk. When she returned, she kept her head down while in earshot of the guard.

"Any more?" she asked meekly.

(OCC: in this thread Hades is trying to make contact with as many mutants as possible!)
“Are there any more?”

“Yes there are some parcels but I need them to be signed for, so ill do those myself, in fact I am only here to sign in, I am required to deliver the mail into the mail boxes myself or if there is a loss of documents I could be sued, so if you could point me in the correct direction I would be most grateful. In fact could you show me to the Infirmary?”

"We have mailboxes?"

Well that was news to Neena. She didn't recall any of the inmates getting mail of any sort. If they did, the guards must have confiscated it. She'd bet money most of the staff would prefer the mutants thought the outside world had forgotten them.

<"Oh well...">

"Could you show me to the Infirmary?”

Now why would a mailman need to know where the infirmary was??

Now extremely curious, Neena didn't even bother to look to her guard for permission. She pointed over her shoulder.

"That way. Need a guide?"

“I am not sure who has mailboxes and who does not, I just get given a route and I deliver to the address on the envelope or parcel.”

“And the first lot of parcels have the address of this camp and then the words infirmary on them my dear, thus to the infirmary I must go! Do I need a guide? Or course that was why I asked, please lead on!”

Neena shrugged. "All right then. Be back in a minute, Boss." Her guard waved her on; he was busy yelling at someone in the yard. She shook her head, and motioned for the mailman to follow.

As she they walked, she looked him up and down, curiously. He appeared normal enough, if a bit cheerful. She noticed nothing unusual, with the exception of those bands he wore. Perhaps he was delivering a new shipment of the sedative. If that was the case, she was very interested on who checked it in.

She wondered if he was the chatty type.

"So.... I'm guessing you're new to this route?"

“Yeah this is my first time. I will be in charge of this route. I expect I shall be jobless soon.” Hades was cautious, depending on her response he would either reply that he was almost at retirement age that was why they had put him on this route, or to be precise why he had put into the computer. Or he would see how the camp people were doing and other things. He scratched his head that was when the tattoo on his left saw the light, it was of a dragon of fire twining around a tree it was very distinct. It was on the back of his left hand but one does not usually notice such things.

“Here, can you help me carry some of these parcels?” he handed Neena a few and started following her in a slow meandering way, looking around in frank curiosity. His head was sweating and he often stopped to itch it.

Matthew was wondering through the camp, it was near lunch time and he wanted to stretch his legs. He was wondering around on his way to the canteen when he saw the girl called Neena with a guy that looked like a postman. *Hmm, not the usual one I see lets take a closer look*. This one looked older, not very efficient, he looked elderly, but there was a slight niggling about him. It was not till Matthew got close enough and saw him scratch his head that he stopped dead. There before him was Dragon King’s signature, there could be no mistake. Hiding his excitement he casually wandered over and said hi.

“Hello Mr err. George. You must be new here. A fine day is it not? Reminds me of a movie called 銅牆鐵壁 (walls of bronze and steel). Have you seen it?”

George or rather Hades stiffened slightly. In his old voice he replied, “Not bad for a young man to know the classics, but I prefer the sequel to it called 金火龍王 (Golden Fire Dragon King), have you seen that one? Nice to meet you by the way my name is John.”

The whole sequence of words was what his brother Dragon King had told him. It was a failsafe password that only Matthew would know. Dragon King knew that if he put his tattoo onto John’s hand, that Matthew would see it sooner or later, and he had guessed right.

Matthew was definitely excited; this was a contact from Dragon King as had been foretold by the drums last night, Dragon Kings’s drumming. “How is Dragon? Wish I could reply but it would seem very suspicious. Come and find me later at the barracks.” With that he moved off.

“Yeah this is my first time. I will be in charge of this route. I expect I shall be jobless soon.”

<"Jobless?"> A normal enough statement to be sure. <"Don't jump to conclusions yet,"> Neena warned herself silently.

“Here, can you help me carry some of these parcels?”

"Sure." She accepted the bundle and began making her way toward the Infirmary. He seemed awfully interested in looking around though, so she slowed her pace to match his. She even paused to look around herself, but after months of residence, it didn't hold the same interest. Finally she shrugged.

A young man approached. Like most of the men in the camp, Neena only knew him by sight, not really as a person. She couldn't wave with her arms full, so she simply smiled and nodded.

And why would a smile and a nod make him look like he'd seen a ghost? Wait.... he wasn't looking at her.

He approached and she listened to the exchange silently. When Matthew left, she again nodded. Then she tilted her head at the mailman.

"For someone new on the route, you sounded pretty familiar with that kid. What was your reason for coming here again? The one that didn't involve the mail?"

<"So much for not jumping to conclusions.....">

Her smile remained perfectly in place, as always, and her tone remained even. With her sharp eyes hidden behind the dark glasses, it was near impossible to tell just what she was thinking.

“I have a specific purpose for coming here Neena, or should I say Miss Miss Nehanda "Neena" Jenkins, born in Kenya, last job as a teacher in Xavier’s sister school, a former student of the school, you joined in……..” George proceeded to reel off a list of facts in a quiet precise manner, facts so complete so exact, including friends and dates and times that only the Xmen archives and her friends could have known them. “I saw your face in the captured peoples list from the Xmen, I am here from the resistance to liaise and provide support and do recon for the camp raid which will be happening shortly, the person who just spoke with me I have never seen in my life, it is just that the resistance contacted him and gave him a code word and a symbol, I am his contact. How is that for an explanation? Oh and by the way check back with that guy for updates on the resistance’s movements.”

Neena listened to the man list off her personal file, rather thoroughly, but showed no sign of surprise. Interest and curiosity took the place of surprise, which she couldn't feel, along with a fair amount more of caution than previously. She already had a bit of info about the Resistance, thanks to Doug, Sara and Raina. If 'George' was also on the level, then life just got much simpler. If not, it got complicated.

When he finished, she joked, "You forgot the time I dyed my hair grey and painted my skin and pretended to be a statue, to try and rob the Louvre." Well, it wasn't the Louvre, but the statue ploy had worked, oddly enough.....

"On a more serious note, if what you say is true, I suggest you don't say too much out loud. Long ears, ya know." She pointed toward the main Camp wall, where a lone Stalker could be seen watching over things, like a metal gargoyle.

Louder, she continued. "So, m'friend, what news then?" She entered the Infirmary and set her bundles down on the near counter, currently unoccupied.