Surprisingly for Alex Mars, who had concluded that the man wouldn't be smoking and an extreme addict of computer games as soon as the words "You read my diary?" had come out of his mouth, the man sat on the pavement right outside his building, two fingers of one hand holding a single Marlboro cigarette while the fingers on his other hand flicking open a lighter so fast so it looked as if he had sprouted fire right on his fingers. Then, he lightly touched the lighter to the end of his cigarette and puffed out through his thin lips, smoke rising out of his nostrils like a dragon-and, inevitably, reminding Alex Mars about Fawkes and Hale at the military. He managed not to cringe at the exact recreation of his nightmare characters and sat down next to him-exactly 2 feet away from the man's butt. Forehead extremely creased, Lyra followed down beside him on the right, only exactly half a feet away from Alex's butt.
Mars waited until the man was puffing his smoke out of his nostrils once more, the moment when his ears would be filled with the sounds of his own puffing sound and not be able to hear his surroundings properly and flicked his head slightly to his right.
"What is he?"
-The Ryan fixed his glare to the sky, then took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose before inhaling another deep breath of smoke and spewing it out, this time from both his mouth and nose for the longest time possible-
"He looks ordinary and dull, but I just can sense with my sixth sense that there's something with him. Maybe, he's a 175."
They both had to hop a tiny millimeter when Ryan 'Aris' coughed and flicked the cigarette away in a mere second as if it now piqued his interest none at all into the gutter exactly as soon as Lyra Cannes' words ended, and the three all silently watched as the last of its steaming, white butt disappeared down to the deepest edges of the pavement, unreachable by fingers.
Shit, he heard our talk, Mars was thinking when 'Aris' pushed his glasses into his pocket and flicked back to them in Prod-speed.
To Mars, it was as if he was the same as Lyra when he had first met her. Just like when her personality had changed too abruptly in minutes, this guy had turned from dull, 55-year-old Eichmann to a true Prodigious 28-year-old.
"I am a Martian-yes, I am Ryan Marvick, also," The guy said, looking much younger now with his damned steel glasses off his nose, eyes gleaming, making Mars and Cannes see themselves in his eyes as if the eyes were mirrors.
Then, as funny as situations were(of course it was all damn silly, for who would deem it to be serious...imagine two teens sitting on the pavement with a full grown-up who had gleaming eyes who had just transformed into the founder of the Martian civilization), Ryan Marvick broke out laughing.
Though he wasn't the type like the Martyr, whose laughter had lasted long and huge, this guy still laughed like a silly, pure child, hand at his knee shaking and conversing, eyes still squeezed shut-but for now, closed because of his laughter.
Lyra and Alex were calm enough-so they waited for him to return to normal.
"These years have been so silly, so fake, so tragic, so drastic, my friends. Before I proceed... I'd like to know who you two are," The man surprisingly sprang back to his indifferent tone, though it now had vigor pressed into it. "Alex Mars," Alex Mars answered, relieved that they were going somewhere. "Lyra Cannes-we're both from the majors," Ryan Marvick's eyebrow hopped. "Of course I know-or, to be honest, I already guessed. And my guesses never miss, my friends. Anyway. You may be wondering why I just laughed like crazy-" He knows how to think from others' perspectives very well, Mars commented. "-, and even exist in the Rebels. Let me explain. I came back on Earth this year, on March 5th-I wandered for 10 days till I got to my house to meet my parents, undercover, for I was already exiled and banned from the U.S. -You two, I am talking about the story around my last diary entry, by the way- but then, noticed that the town had been destroyed by a massive tornado and my parents had died while fleeing. Did I feel sad? Well, yes. I wrecked of grief since they had been the ones to buy me that first telescope for me Orion 09007 space probe 130ST equatorial reflector telescope, been the ones to stand beside me when I was on Mars and pressured by the U.S. gov and scientist freaks, when I had been banned from the U.S. And they were gone, my friends. gone with the wind, they say... it couldn't have been such an ironic phrase in other situations.

"But I recovered. I wandered to the center of town and found the Rebels, and when I first met Lewis, knew that he wanted his men to forget their pasts, to live a 'new life'. But could I ever forget my life on Mars, those pioneering experiences with the few people I had gotten to become close friends with and establish the Martian civilization dearly together? Never. So keeping my first name, I decided to hide myself. I got the different name, wrote the last diary entry and left it in my house for a Rebel or someone to find and secretly meet up with me-yes, you two now appear to have become those Rebels to find it at last-, and told that I had few things I was capable of, and registered into my job-as a minor, though not a job for simple labor. It was all planned-I just got the right job I had wanted, which involved in computer technology, and from the first day, started to contact Mars on it secretly. For three months...it has been all but discovered. I have never acted with such expertise in my life before," Marvick finished with a glorious and victorious smirk, chest heaving. "See, Alex and Lyra... no gov system is perfect, even the Rebels. What is needed in every civilization is an improvement, usually started from the members of the system," he said that sentence as if he was talking the way to live life well to his grandchildren, then pulled out one more cigarette and flicked in his extreme Prod-speed to light the thing up, but, didn't stick it to his lips. Instead, he pulled his arm out in front of him and they all watched, as if they were colleagues who had just graduated from university and were celebrating it together, the flames as it slowly attacked the pure white paper of the cigarette. The heat, for it, had approached his life in other ways-electric heaters, the faraway sun, ethe electric lamp-surprised, and amazed Alex by showing up in its most original form—fire itself. The warmth reached into his hands and he could only stare into the depths of the thing until his eyes hurt a tiny bit, but even after looking away, he let the tiny crackling noise of the fire eating away at the cigarette fill his ears for a second before speaking.
"I was lucky enough to have found your diary, then, Ryan Marvick. But the thing is, you haven't asked why we have come to you in the first place,"

The man sniffed, before blowing away the fire on his cigarette-which had been getting closer and closer to his bare skin of his hand, with the cigarette burning quickly-in a short gust of dioxide. "Well, then, Alex Mars and Lyra Cannes-why have you two come to me in the first place?" Here comes, Al-prepare yourself, he thought to himself. The answer following his immensely demanding question would decide it all, whether he'd go back to Lewis with good news to make him grin in glee or with bad news that would make him moan and grow a mental seed that didn't trust the majors at all from then on, or whether he'd make Thomas grow dark or laugh and tell Miles that the Mars-involving plan had been simple, useless shit.
"You must know that the Food Store just burnt to ashes a few days ago and all food supplies in our community have been stalled and we're starving bit by bit. And I heard that you Martians have much more advanced technology and has an abundance of organic-grown or lab-grown stuff. Is that still correct?" Ryan Marvick nodded, eyes off in another world, though his ears seemed to be working well-maybe, his thoughts were on Mars right now, considering and guessing what the boy 2 feet away from him was expecting from his Mars.

"Right,"

"So... can you, only this once, send us some food provisions and stuff?" Jesus, Alex Mars' thoughts were all trembling from anxiety.
It actually took Marvick less time to answer that Alex had imagined.
"I was already considering that as an obvious thing you would be demanding, However, all cooperations should demand responsibilities to both sides, Alex. I, as the representative of Mars-yes, I already discussed it with the other ruling members of the Martian Parliament-demand the soon reform of the U.S. government and if it happens soon enough, natural resources to be sent to Mars. We're still so depleted of it and right now, even the materials to build buildings and new science labs have become desolate and few. You see, Mars has only a few types of ingenious minerals appropriate for artificial use," Well, for Alex Mars, it all sounded fair to him, for as far as he had gotten information from the others,  the sole reason itself the Rebels had been created had been to reform America and sharing its resources wouldn't be bad enough...
Lyra found him nodding unconsciously, then raised her hand for the first time to step in.
"Lewis has to hear this. We really don't like getting him involved in making even such obvious cooperations, but he insists to be the leader," For one second, a snarl flew into Marvick's posture and face, but slipped away soon, and he nodded curtly, body stiff as he flung the ash-topped and sooty, burnt cigarette once more into the gutter. "Of course, I will go," He got up, slipped his glasses back on, clearly showing that he was going back to the common, simple and uninteresting minor Prodigy during their trip to the headquarters, and disappointed for seeing his real identity for only a few minutes during the talk, the majors also got up, knees stiff.
Since it had been incredibly smooth with making the initial agreement, Alex Mars could now only fear the last step of his task that day-Lewis' decision on the issue.

Alex had never seen Lewis so frozen for minutes on end when they finally made it to his floor and saw Ryan Marvick.
"Guess the Ryan 'Aris' is Ryan Marvick-so, to sum up, he did lie after all, Alex Mars," He scoffed, at last, eyes alarmingly accusing, eyes tight. "So what, Lewis? That's not the main point. He thinks the things we are demanding-food provisions from his colony is fine for now," Lyra stiffly spat back and Alex silently clapped inside his head at her first act of resistance to the all-obeying habit to Lewis Nobody.
Lewis gave her a frustrated glance-as if he was an all-too-trusting teacher who had finally been disappointed and betrayed by his best-student in class-, then sighed for 5 full seconds. "Alright. But doesn't he demand anything back?" -It was as if for the man, the 28-year-old Eichman didn't exist in front of him, looking annoyed like hell for seeing Lewis as much as Lewis was annoyed himself.

"Of course. 'He' wants the U.S. reform brought by the rebels as soon as possible and the ample supply of natural resources ingenious to Earth," Ryan Marvick answered in his monotone, eyes still boring holes into the head of Lewis, and mouth scrunched up, resembling the German officer exactly. As if taken aback slightly, Lewis bit his lip-why does the other Prods always bit their lips, even when they knew that it was useless? Alex murmured.

"I hate cooperation, for I think we Rebels are capable of anything, you see. However, I myself have been living on old cabbage and 2 organic burgers from a quick tour of the Store right before the the entire place burnt down, so I have felt the need for it. But don't demand me for anything related to this, you three-yes, Alex, Lyra, and Ryan 'Aris'. From the start of this cooperation, Alex Mars is going to be fully responsible for this," How wonderful a leader you are, Alex Mars smirked mentally. "Good. I will ask my Parliament to send a small compartment of provisions. I already sketched out the plans-though it is highly possible that the U.S. gov would detect our tiny spacecraft entering the atmosphere of Earth and discover the exact location of the Rebels, its military force don't have the capability to reach us-if it tries to, its soldiers would dry out of life, its jet fuel would boil and sizzle and evaporate in the day, and freeze to ice in the night. So, the Martian provisions would be impossible for anyone except the Rebels to reach," Marvick rapped, just like Thomas and Lyra, then rubbed his forehead as if bored, then whipped off his fake glasses for a second right in front of Lewis, and while cleaning it with his shirt, glared at Lewis, whipped them back on, then flashed a fake smile that every in the room was able to easily figure out was fake.
4 seconds of awkward silence passed, until the now extremely-annoyed Lewis rubbed his chin. "Right. Solution finally came up, Alex Mars and Lyra Cannes did their thing, this 'Aris' guy finally unearthed his true identity, and, food provisions are soon coming. Alex Mars, I warn you once more to be responsible. Now, everyone's dismissed. I have stuff to deal with. Just know that the reform that 'Aris' wants is soon coming-not because of our wishes, but because of the U.S. military's sudden acts. My briefing's finished," Then, turning to Ryan Marvick, and whisking his bald, gleaming head in his direction-"I hope that you will make things normal and moving soon," then, left the room.
"He is not the ideal leader-as I said before, I may be thinking in such a way because you mentioned it earlier, or, because I noticed it myself just now," As before, Lyra Cannes was the one to fill the silence, though none of the left people in the room time had their brains full by complex thoughts and were thus unable to command heir mouths to speak-this time, they all had their brains filled with a sense of suspense, mistrust, and awkwardness.
"Hell yeah," Alex Mars replied.