Dillan flicked a switch inside the study, illuminating the large collection of leather-bound books and journals. He smiled at the sight- it was probably his favorite room in the compound. The wealth of information was staggering- he had only read a fifth of it- but he knew that field experience was half the battle. Reaching for a small brown leather volume, he untied the skinny leather cord that held it shut. He opened it, and, grabbing a pencil, jotted down some notes, waiting for his guest to arrive.