<div class="floatleft">(http://Place URL of character icon here)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rick Steen<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Airfield, arriving.<br/><br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Team, Teamleader. John?<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Rick had been a little taken aback about the secrecy. He had been drummed out of his rack before, on a few rare occasions. But never like this, On previous occasions he had others with him, wearing the same uniform, speaking the same language and more to the point they had their personal gear with them.<br/><br/>This time he’d been told to leave his gear, except for his sidearm. And more strangely still, he had been informed to remove anything that could identify him or his unit. Even his nations flag had to go and then it was onto the transport plane. Which wasn’t filled with troops, just a few crates and flight crew almost too afraid to address their single passenger. He shuddered at the cost of flying him and just him to wherever. It must be important to the brass.<br/><br/>The hotel, because there was no hiding that, had been another surprise. It beat temporary quarters at any military base. And he could see the sense in the extra secrecy. Soldiers gossiped and there was no way to gag every single one of them. During the drive over he’d seen the others. Men and women, who if they spoke, all had accents. But that wasn’t the strangest thing.<br/><br/>No, that had been the strange aircraft coming in for landing. He’d been eyeing their surroundings, trying to place where they were. It didn’t look, sound or smell like the middle east. He was still trying when the new airship came in. It wasn’t all that large, kind off boxy. But it looked cool. The two people coming out of it were of interest as well, wearing an unfamiliar uniform.<br/><br/>The man spoke, in proper English as they always claimed, whenever they shared one of the navy transport ship with his fellow marines.<br/><br/>"I know everyone has questions, and we will get to them.   I also know it has been a long day.   Refreshments have been set out in the hanger over there.   It is far from five star restaurant quality, but it is a far cry from military rations and it is hot food.   Let us grab some and we shall discuss the reason why you have undergone such lengths to bring you here and the reason for it."<br/><br/>At the mention of food he perked up and made a beeline for the hangar in question. Experience had taught him to sneak along some food bars but they hadn’t lasted long enough. In doing so he passed, what only could be an American.<br/><br/>‘Come on,’ he told the yank. ‘Coffee and food usually help with the yawns. Your country woman, has the brass occupied anyway.’ He said with a half smile, surprising himself. He must be tired if he was engaging people on his own initiative.<br/>