<div class="floatleft">(http://Place URL of character icon here)</div><strong>Name:</strong>John<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Airfield<br/><br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Any<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>John stiffled a yawn, as he gazed at the plane on the tarmac, and his brow furrowed slightly. He wasn't Air Force, but he'd travelled enough to know most of the planes the service used. That one looked nothing like any of them, or any others he'd seen in joint ops over the years.<em>'Curiouser and Curiouser' said Alice</em>he thought, turning his attention to the pair coming off it. Their uniforms were a marked contrast to the woodland patterned camo he was used to wearing. He glanced around at the rest of the group, noting the disparity of clothing there too.<em>Yep, definitely black ops.</em>he thought.<br/><br/>He refocused on the newcomers as the man spoke, in what sounded like an English accent, clenching his jaw against another yawn. "Food, and perhaps more importantly, caffeine would be very much appreciated right now, thank you." he said. "A briefing would also be good. I suspect there'll be quite a lot of questions afterwards." He blinked as a yawn finally forced it's way out. "Sorry about that." he said afterwards. "I'm afraid with all the travelling my body doesn't quite know what time it's supposed to think it is any more." He gave a small smile and added. "I think it thinks it's you-ought-to-be-asleep-already o'clock."