Who ? Kian and Mateo Where ? Kian's office When ? Monday What ? Mat meets Kian
Mateo didn't spend a lot of time outside his room, not because he was shy or nervous about suddenly finding himself in the middle of a terrorist organization, but mostly because whenever he left his room people had a tendency to talk to him and so far everyone he'd met inside the compound he wanted to throttle. Well, except for maybe Micah, he was alright, just a little stupid. Instead, he lingered in his room, surfing the internet or watching television. A lot of reading took place and once he learned how to properly order things from the internet so they wouldn't come directly to the base he did a lot of shopping. Of course, there was also his artwork to keep him busy. He had it plastered all over the walls, murders and rapes, explosions, wars, brawls, genocides, and not always relating to humans. It was a macabre and wonderful sight, especially in his opinion, especially when he could match a picture to a story he saw on the news.
When he received a note from Kian Travers in his inbox, he wasn't quite sure who the sender was. The name was familiar but not enough to ring a few bells. By the time his appointment with the mysterious e-mailer arrived, Mateo still wasn't sure who he was. Since he was always wearing his best he didn't bother to dress up. He wrote the room number down on a slip of paper and then braved the outside world of the Project to find him. He didn't get lost even though he gave himself some time too and proceeded to linger in the hallway until the time for his appointment arrived. Only then did he knock on what appeared to be an office door.