As you drive up to a Large 4 story stone and glass house. The first two stories of the house being made almost entirely of large slabs of grey stone with a few windows overlooking Central Park. The top two stories appear to be completely made out of smoke colored glass. The decor on the exterior of the house seems to blend in well with the dense have of greenery which is Central Park just across this small side street. The house is surrounded by a very similar stone fence that appears to be of the same type of stone that makes up he houses lower levels.

You ride up to a Large steel gate the has a very large "S" imprinted on the steel with a golden inlay. You also see many security cameras around the house and as it seems as if Lance, doesn't even slow down the gates fly open, then fly shut as you are now within the courtyard of the compound. As you ride around this little driveway and pull up close to the front door, you see several different cars of different makes and models from a Lamborghini to a Hummer H3 as well as several other different motorcycles. Off to the side of the house you also see a clearing with what appears to be a Heli-pad.

The Bike finally comes to a stop in front of two large cathedral looking doors with the same looking "S" engraved into it, with the gold inlay. Lance sits up on the bike and says "Well we are here... Home sweet home!"

Was just shocked by the whole thing, not for the fact that the guy was apparently loaded but the fact that they were at his house, now she wasn't 12 anymore but being at a stranger's house, she just didn't know what to say either about the display of well, the power and money either, did a person really need that many transportation devices? She looked up at the giant doors and could of sworn that a giant lived there, "It is definitely big....."

He lets you off the bike and walks you up to the front doors, and with another button on a micro-remote the doors slowly swing open revealing a wonderment of art and culture.

The interior is littered with different works from arts of old and new, the entrance into this foyer is set to more of a Pre-Victorian era. A chandelier hangs in the the center of the room with lights that flash and move as if they were actually little flames contained in the translucent glass bulbs. You see a staircase off to left side of the room that leads to the second floor and while a door blocks your immediate view from a room to your left, you can hear a large fireplace crackling as you would assume that the flames are licking and biting a piece of wood to light and heat the room.

Lance takes you over to what appears to be a closet next to second closet. He looks at you and you can see in his facial expression he would normally ask for your coat, however it is far too warm for a coat at this time and so he shifts to the door to the left and opens it to a very spacious elevator as he somewhat bows offering you entrance.

"After you!" He politely states.

She is just in shock and in wonderment of the house that she was walking through, but she didn't let it known that it shocked her, she walked onto that elevator and watched Lance press his buttons and do his thing, but she had to wonder, "Is he flirting with me?" She asks herself, and catches her cheeks warm for a moment before shaking it off slightly, "No.....don't be silly girl! He probably wants to show you some science experiment or something. Why else would a man apparently with wealth, and power invite you to his home?"

Lance walks into the elevator and without saying a word the doors close and the elevator beings moving upward. After 20 or so seconds the elevator door opens to a very lavish living area, Lance steps out and asks "Would you like anything? A cup of coffee, a croissant? Anything?" Asking with fervor.

The Room is lush and while not bright and colorful, it's earthen tones really bring out the room. The extra long couch that could accommodate 20 people with no problems, the cherry wood end tables, all show a unique and variant style to Lance. The windows begin shifting as the lighting within the room goes down the light from the outside becomes clearer as the smoke colored tint fades from the windows as they become translucent.

"Please have a seat!" as he offers nearly the entire room to sit down on.

As you now notice that the elevator is not in the spot it was.. it is now sinking into the floor as there is more room behind where you were looking.

Tris was in more amazement when they got to wherever it was they were going. Feeling bit uncomfortable in the elevator but 20 seconds later they were stepping out in open air. Now she didn't notice the elevator was gone tell the last second, which was odd indeed. She decided the couch looked comfortable enough so sitting down on a spot, "Thank-you. So what was the reason for the private conversation?" She was one to get right to the point this was slightly uncomfortable if he wasn't flirting.

Lance's nervous smile has changed to a more serious outlook as his eyes rotate and one eye looks over at a wall appears to blink without his eyelid moving. A large screen begins unrolling from the ceiling, the windows begin tinting again. The light within the room becomes next to nothing, as a projector clicks on as the now unrolled screen is completely glowing blue. The projector clicks over to a video that is familiar to you. It has you in a closeup window and the tornado, as it shows a biased view. It appears the way that it is showing it, that you are controlling this tornado and are causing the destruction.

The movie stops and the lights within the room dim up slightly so that you can see well enough. Lance turns to look at you with a stern look on his face, his eyes glowing throughout the darkness. "Well?" He says. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

Lance buttons his suit jacket as a hum begins coming from him.

She smirks, waving her hand at the display of technology, and the video, "I call that watching the tornado, or some guy with a lot of tech knowledge trying to ruin a Meteorologists life. What are you playing at?" She stood looking the man over, thoroughly disgusted, "What are you implying?"

"You are telling me that you had nothing to do with that? You are honestly going to tell me that my mutant sensors are wrong? Well then maybe you can tell me who HE..." as the screen clearly brings out the picture man within the tornado "... is!" Lance stares at you his eyes watching your reactions.

Tris smiles and sits down on the couch pulling out her laptop, when she powered it on from it's sleep mode, she opens up the movie she was working on, the same man that he sees, but where the video was captured seemed to come from HER side of the tornado, and as a matter of fact, you don't see anything out of the ordinary except the man, "I was about to ask you the same thing. And excuse me, I a mutant? You got to be insane! I am not a mutant. I am a meteorologist. I work just like you do. I have no supernatural abilities."

"Well.." Lance looks at the screen as it shifts to a 3D image of his house. There appears to be a red pulsing dot and a blue dot on the fourth floor. "You see that red pulsing dot? That is you! You see that blue dot?" He takes two steps and the blue dot moves slightly. "That is me. Don't try to insult my intelligence. I don't care. I know what you are.. and I want to find out what the hell is going on! Also who is your other friend?" the screen flashes to a picture of the Warthog man from 'Mamma's Diner'.

Trisana puts her laptop away and then straps it over her shoulder before heading for where the elevator was, she then looked at Lance, "Allow me to leave. You are making me uncomfortable talking about me being a mutant. Your crazy."

(8 stones in her Social Skill, Charm, to convince him to let her leave)

(Places 8 Stones into defense, and while ignores your social prowess)

Lance looks at her very confused. "Could she truly be in that much denial?" Lance shrugs.

"Fine! whatever! You can deal with other mutant that was in the tornado! But when the tape hits the media that is going to say all kinds of weird things about you! If I received the tape who else in this city do you think has it and has already noticed what is going on?!? Fine! You stay in your state of denial and deal with the media and press when they start asking you questions about why you were fighting with a tornado and why are you causing so much damage to our city!" Lance sighs and catches his breath.

In a much calmer voice he says "I have seen it a million and a half times, and since New Yorkers have an already general hatred towards you mutants, they will crucify you. But as you said, you are not a mutant. So..." The elevator begins raising from the floor as it is now waiting on you to enter.

"There... There is your exit. Next time you decide to... oh yeah.. you will be locked up, before you even have a chance to do this again. Should you want my assistance and want to work with me.. at least you have an alibi, but of course, once again. Your aren't a mutant!"

Lance smirks and gestures to the elevator with a flat palm up.

Tris sighed and looked out the window, she has never told anyone about her powers, not ever. "Okay.....Okay....If I tell you. You promise not to let anything happen to me? I don't seriously know any of those mutants, the one in the tornado or the one that broke Momma's. I can prove it.....that I did not send that tornado after the Mall that I actually stopped it."She sat back down on the couch and pulled out her laptop, bringing it back online she opened the video that was recorded from her car, even after the other car plowed into it, it was still recording and you can see her flying up to avoid being attacked then making a pulling apart motion at the same time, the tornado stopped in its tracks.

Lance smiles. "Well that is more like it" he says through the smirk on his face. Lance let the smirk fade away and begins watching what she is doing.

"As far as protecting you.. I can give a decent enough alibi to swing something, however, should it come down and you get fingered it is going to be hard to do much of anything. Right now you best chance is someone who is willing to help. Not trying to fight New York alone. Trust me if you like, don't if you choose. Regardless I am your best hope at finding out who this guy is and making sure you don't get caught in the cross fire!"

Lance watches intently on the screen as you look up everything you are doing is currently being projected on the screen.