Major Welles closed his laptop and leaned back. "Nothing specific on the docket, and I think the team's earned some R and R. I agree with Athena, nice work," he said, playing with a pen idly in his right hand. "But a vacation will have to wait a few weeks. I'm expecting the team's showing in Chile might net some high profile interviews and good television face time. We'll have to wait and see for a few days."<br/><br/>It was clear from the expression on his face that he was hoping the Chile operation would be the team's big breakout experience, but it was too early to tell for sure.<br/><br/>"I got some good data this week, too," Jane said, retrieving a clipboard and glancing at the top sheet. "The team saw significantly more stress this week, it was interesting to see how that played out physiologically." Dr. Wilson seemed into her numbers, but Major Welles was fighting hard to keep the expression of boredom off his face; science only interested him when it accompanied positive public perception.<br/><br/>Not noticing Welles' reaction, Jane continued. "Especially you, JD. I've never seen you run so fast for so long! It's fascinating to see just how much your body can take," she said with a big smile, then suddenly thought about what she just said and the smile missed a beat. "I mean, not that I think you're going to die from it. You're not ... I think."<br/><br/>Dr. Wilson's features flushed an embarrassed shade of red and she sat down, eager to let someone else take the floor.<br/>