<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Ernest Glen Stevens</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00">Professor Stevens</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0b949cc1-f3e3-4b2b-9453-c391a496997f_zps8c4edb79.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #FF8000">"Sir, close the door please. We don't want to be disturbed, when we speak with our guest. Lady, I am Major Tom Peters, I am the pilot of this plane and the highest ranked officer on board. We apologize for our hostile acts, but until we know what we are up to, we prefer to play it safe. What is your name, if you allow me to ask?" </span>Tom spoke. He clearly was used to being in a position of authority and Ernest went ahead and closed the door as requested. When he turned around, the woman had rolled her eyes, <span style="color: #FF8000">"The only thing you need to know is that there will be dire consequences if you do not release me immediately. It is unlikely that you will be able to get away with tying me up, but if you release me perhaps I can negotiate with my people to let you keep your heads--I mean, honestly. We were out hunting, of course we have weapons. Hostility does not equal safety, but rather breeds danger for you..."</span> The woman hadn't a single trace of fear or doubt in her words, and that worried Ernest some. She definitely was self-assured, which likely meant there was much truth behind her words. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"That over there is Private Fisher, our medic and this one here is one of our civilian guests, Mr..."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"Professor Stevens,"</span> Ernest answered, tipping his head in greeting. He felt a bit uncomfortable to be dragged in to interrogate. The woman obvious was displeased at being there--even if her face was devoid of emotion. He scratched his chin, then crossed his arms to peer down at the woman. He was trying to remain in a relaxed posture so as not to make the woman even more upset, but he doubted his actions really did much for her.</div>