The man stood amongst the chaos of screaming people at a complete loss for what he should be doing. He was a technical analyst not a security guard. He was so worried that he was sweating. He was trying to organize people as they came in. He'd been given the layout of the base camp. When he'd arrived the market had been shutting down. People clearing their storefronts to allow medics to store their supplies within the shops so that the streets where free. A few tents had gone up to held with triage. He was to try and get the civilians to help out where they could, but people all wanted to know what was going on and he had no information to give. It was insane. Voices rang out everywhere around him.<br/><br/>When his phone rang the man jumped three feet into the air and let out an undignified shriek. He coughed to cover it up and pulled it out as the civs nearest him burst into laughter. "Yes?" he barked rather rudely into the phone. He listened to the female's voice and regretted his sharp tone.<br/><br/>"That'd be me, though really wish it wasn't. When you get here look for the tents. There on the North slope protected by the large bridges that are over them. You can set up there. Or ask a shop owner for the use of their shop. They've been giving their shops to be used a distribution sites and storage for sensitive material," he said in a much nicer tone. "I'll send out your name to the other medics here and you can just touch base with them."