Elena made some notes to herself, but mostly just listened to the briefing. She was always amazed at how mysterious the military could make things sound. Personally, now she had been on a few of these military/civilian missions, she thought that while the individual military types who accompanied her were most often hugely capable people, the higher-ups that they reported to were often scared witless that the civilians would uncover the awful truth that they were perfectly capable of carrying out the mission on their own. All this talk of 'insurgents' was probably just that. Talk.<br/><br/>At the end of the briefing the sum total of the 'useful' notes was: Siberia, 0700, Hangar One. Brilliant. She flicked her pen closed and rose from her chair, catching the eye of the strangely casual looking woman sat behind her.<br/><br/>"Hi. By a process of elimination and the fact that you aren't wearing a uniform," said Elena, "you must be the astrophysicist and meteoriticist yes ? I'm Elena. The geologist." Elena stuck out her hand towards the woman.