<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/63/2551723-Equilibrium_Still0321-Cleric_John_PrestonChristian-Bale.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>John<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Airfield<br/><br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Rick, Any<br/><br/><hr/><br/>John loaded up his own plate with sandwitches, and smiled when he found a pile of still warm sausage rolls hiding under a pile of toppled serviettes. He added a trio of those to the plate, but couldn't see any ketchup to go on them, and settled for a sprinkling of salt.<em>Hardly a proper meal</em>he thought,<em>but it ought to help til I can get eight hours sleep and some decent food into me.</em>. Plate in one hand, coffee in the other he moved to the table, gesturing to Rick to join him.<br/><br/>"Hard to think why else they'd be getting people from all over." he said, taking a bite of food and washing it down with the thankfully still hot coffee. "I mean, from the accents alone, that's, what, five or six different countries. That says someone's brass had a 'great idea' for multinational co-operation on some damn thing or other, and we're maybe the experiment to see if it works out or not." He shrugged and continued. "Terrorism seems to me the most likely reason, though I did read a Tom Clancy book years ago that had a bunch of grunts sent down to South America for some black ops against a big drug cartel." He paused, finishing off the sandwitch before continuing. "That one didn't end so good though, they got sold out by the spook and hunted down by the cartel. Well, most of them did anyway."<br/><br/>"Whatever it is, they seem to be going to a fair bit of effort to keep it quiet." His eyes moved to stare at the wall of the hanger, towards where the odd look plane had landed. "Guess we'll find out soon enough what it's all about."