JOHN F. KENNEDY INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT ARRIVALS TERMINAL, NEW YORK, EARTH 6TH CONTESTANT’S NAME: CAMMY WHITE<br/><br/>The scene was one repeated all over the globe, at all hours of the day; tired and rumpled airline travellers stretching  out their sore limbs and getting the life back into them as they walked off the plane and into the interminable boredom of Customs and Passport Control; grey faced officials prodding and poking into every bit of hand luggage and whatever else the tired traveller’s might have on them. Generally speaking, a miserable experience for all concerned.<br/><br/>Not everyone complained though; some bore it with considerable stoicism and resignation, such as the plainly dressed but cute blonde woman that was currently having her passport stamped while most of the man in the room (and some women too) ogled her with varying degrees of subtlety.  But to the blonde, their actions washed off her like water off a ducks’ back, as she passed through without any hassles, collected her bags from the carousel, and then Cammy White walked out into the chill of a New York day, looking for any signs as to where she was supposed to go, as she planned out her next move.<br/><br/>At the back of her mind, she was going over her briefing two days previously with her commanding officer, Colonel Keith Wolfmann, a man she saw as the nearest thing to a father to her. As was his way, the Colonel had been direct and to the point about the operation.<br/><em><strong><br/>“Just got a call from C; our man over in Langley says that this DOATEC outfit is up to something that is of concern to national security. I want you to go out there and see what’s what.” he said, passing over a file to her. “Read, memorise and destroy afterwards.” he informed her. “Good Luck and Good Hunting out there, Cammy.”</strong></em><br/><br/>It took only a moment for her sharp blue eyes to notice an odd group of individuals milling around not that far from her. It was just as well it was a short distance, as the cold air made a mockery of the light clothing  (A pair of trainers, track pants, and a t-shirt) she was wearing. “Morning.” she said, rubbing her arms a little to warm them up. She then looked up from her bags, and felt her jaw drop and eyes widen at what she saw. "Oh my- Good Lord!" she said in a shaken voice, taking a step back and dropping her bags on the floor.<br/><br/>"Wha... Wha... What the<em>hell</em>?!" she murmurred to herself, openly gobsmacked at the honest-to-god<em>elf</em>and goddamned<em>zombie</em>that were standing there in front of her, large as life. Never in her life (that she could recall, at least) had she seen anything so inexplicable to her.