Sheppard stopped swivelling. That team meeting would have to wait apparently. Gathering his file again, he leisurely walked to the Gate room. He ha familiarized himself with the base's blue prints before coming here. He had also been here before for a briefing with General Hammond and a medical check-up with Doctor Fraiser. He liked to pretend he barely understood what was going on. But no Air Force officer was dumb. Least of all him. On the other hand, he didn't go advertizing he had been to one of the most expensive private schools in the country, nor that he had an university degree separate from his Air Force commisioning.<br/><br/>John Sheppard was an easy going man, or at least, that is how he appeared to everyone. His sharp wit and domineering focus came only to the surface in the heat of battle.<br/><br/>Arriving at the Gate room, he noticed the odd golf setup, making him wish he could take a few swings, while his dark eyes took in the presence of all those gathering. He recognized what appeared to be another team leader from rank, the girl golfing and several others arriving.