The man had to be of Chinese decent, or at least on the general area, given his accent.  He was slightly above her height, at 165 centimeters tall, and definitely more muscular.  His uniform was black, though it had lighter patches of grey for breaking up the pattern, as well as some deep navy blue, no doubt to hide him better than pure black on a moonless night.  He was listening to his radio, and from the way he jerked around, it must have been urgent.<br/><br/>"Dr. Calhoun, come with me."<br/><br/>While Zoey was about to protest, she heard two shots ring out.  The fact that the lights flickered meant things weren't going to plan.  "The sooner the better, miss."<br/><br/>Without missing a beat, she grabbed a pair of shoes while dropping the MONA in her pocket, then reached in the drawer and grabbed the coat that was there.  The entire affair lasted only five seconds, and she was following him out the door.  The metal was cold on her bare feet, but she was certain that time was of the essence.  Given that gunshots were being heard, she didn't ask questions, especially not since the last stop had seen two prisoners being carried off the plane in handcuffs.<br/><br/>"If I had to guess, I'd say things are not going well," she commented as she followed him towards their intended destination.