"All right, stow the bs.  All of you."  James snapped, his British accent more distinct as he switched over to drill instructor mode.  He glowered at the gathered personnel then spared John a glance.  "Perimeter sweep, Private.   Let's see what's here abouts."<br/><br/>He then turned his attention to the rest of the group, focusing mostly on the loudmouth Jackie.  "Let's start with where we aren't.   We aren't in the middle east, the terrain is simply wrong.   We aren't in the Amazon anywhere, the air doesn't smell right.  It's not damp enough and not filled with enough different kinds of odors.   We're not in Africa as far as I can tell, it's too damp for anywhere short of the Congo basin.  And the underbrush is the wrong color for being there.  I can also tell you that we're not anywhere in Europe or North America.  Period.   Same with Russia.  Which leaves Central Asia.  Which is automatically hostile territory."<br/><br/>He eyed the gathered group   "IF that's where we are.  I think that's unlikely because if we'd been dropped there, we'd not have our gear.  Anyone got any bright ideas that they'd like to share?"