Marlowe glanced across the table to find Chamberlain staring intently at her. For a second she was caught in his eyes. She had, of course, seen the old black and white photos of him, and also the many famous paintings of him, but now the real thing was sitting only a few feet from her. She could not help but notice that he had the most amazing eyes-blue like the open waters of the ocean and just as deep-they were intense and penetrating she could see she was being sized up in his mind. She was also surprised to find his hair not the flaxen blond that painters had portrayed. It was a rather light shade of brown and was quite streaked with gray-no wondered it had appeared blond in the black and white photos. Idly she wondered if it was the war that had added the gray to his hair.

His face was quite tanned and weathered, and several days' stubble lined his cheeks and chin at odds with the rather dashing mustache he wore. The uniform that had always appeared so crisp and formal in his photos was quite rumbled and splashed with mud. All in all he looked nothing, save in the eyes, like the noble warrior he appeared in photos, but that of a weary man.

Marlowe felt a rush of sympathy for him, what a terribly long day he must have had; by the looks of his uniform she was sure that he must have had a long hard day in the field and then to top that off to be snatched out of time itself, the very act of time travel was exhausting, and then to be grilled by HQ!

"You must be rather tired and I'm sure none of this seems real to you," Marlowe remarked.

A look of wry amusement passed quickly across Chamberlain's face, "I am half convinced that this is not but some strange dream."

Marlowe smiled in return, "If there is anything I can explain or clear up then all you have to do is ask."

A look of weariness came over him again and he sighed, "I'm not sure I could begin to understand even a tenth of all of this, let alone why, if I'm in so much danger I am being assigned to a woman."

Marlowe reminded herself that of course to him it would seem strange, why in fact to many modern day men it would seem strange too. She met his gaze again and with firmness in her voice said "Women have come along way since your time. We are quite capable of taking care and protecting ourselves. I'm really not sure how much danger you are actually in here in the bunker. Even if the Black Hawks have an encryption code, they will be unlikely to try anything here. I'm sure what head quarters have in mind is something more along the lines of a deception."

Chamberlain surveyed the petite young woman; he didn't understand half of what was being said but he certainly didn't like the sound of deception, and was not sure what sort of 'protection' she could offer. He gave her a searching look, why she hardly came up to his chin, and he could tell she was fairly slender; he was more than shocked at the scanty clothes these modern women wore. And she seemed quite unconcerned at having a strange man sharing her quarters. He didn't know what was more confusing, all the strange new words, or the customs these future people lived by. He certainly didn't approve of it all, and wasn't sure if he wanted to find out any more; if indeed any of this was actually real and not some bizarre dream.

The look of incredulity did not go unnoticed by Marlowe "I am not some sort of weak, helpless damsels in distress. Before I came to work with the Oracle project, I was a 3rd degree black belt in Martial Arts. And since then I have also under gone extensive training in weaponry and you should know I am an excellent marksman."

She brushed a wisp of her short brown hair back from her face, and her dark eyes flashed dangerously at Chamberlain. For a moment he found him self quite off balance by the contrast of her feminine appearance and the fierce look in her eyes. He rubbed his eyes, it had certainly been a very long day.

He sighed, "I'm sorry if I have offended you madam. I am sure you are quit skilled at this, Martial Arts..this is just all very odd at the moment and I am still not quite convinced that I have not taken leave of my sanity."

Marlowe's heart felt a stab of pity, her eyes softened and she gave him a small smile, "I can assure you that you are not insane. I think maybe it's the world that has gone insane."

Chamberlain returned her smile, and began to feel the stirring of something like camaraderie begin to grow between them.

"I believe I will agree with you on that account," He replied.

Marlowe laughed a small tinkering laugh, "Come on," she said, "lets get you settled into the guess room. I'm sure things will seem less strange in the morning and I can clear some things up for you when we're both more rested."

She rose from the table and her robe fell open again. Marlowe seemed unconcerned with her present state of disheveled but Chamberlain felt rather uncomfortable. He tried to advert his eyes but could not help but notice the contour of her firm round breast barely covered by the thin cotton shirt nor could he not help but notice that her slender legs were completely bare. He rose from the table, trying to keep his eyes fixed on the table and hoped to God that he was not blushing like a school boy.