Island Bunker- Office

Sam Bacon is in another predicament.
After being woken up in the Ethereal's Spire, he had been assured that all would be well. He was allowed to move about the place, and given anything he wanted, except leaving. Though he hadn't ever really asked to leave, since he was still waiting on that body he was promised. And it's not like they could be lying about that since they were taking the time and money to feed him, right? And so he didn't pay too much attention to the amount of time that passed. Nor did he worry much about his health. Sure, after a few months he'd started to look a bit round, but he was getting a new body so it didn't matter, right?

But the same place can only stay interesting for so long, and things got worse as Sam really fell into boredom. He had a TV and things to do but there was just no one around. It was nearly impossible to find any friends, especially with the population of Ethereals. He lost the tan he'd gained in Skyside, along with any chance of seeing his ribs again for a long time. He had no illusions of what he was doing, but he didn't particularly care.

Of course, until he was told he was being released, and that was really that. He failed to get any real information out of them about what happened, only that he could choose between going on as he had or leaving. And while he was being provided for, it wasn't a life and he was sure he'd go mad if he had to stay there for another year. So he made a few demands, milked as much sympathy from Jinn as he could before asking to be dropped off somewhere safe, outside of Skyside.

He and his rolling suitcase are gently deposited onto a room of steel and dust, marked up instantly by his sneakers and wheels. The poor, out-of-shape guy is relatively confused, but he can recognize a bunker when he sees one. That or a really secure warehouse, but those don't usually have offices. The best he can do is start examining his surroundings...