<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/60/Lieutenant_Devlin_Painter.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Lt. Devlin Painter MSF</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Control Centre, Security Chief's office.</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Laura Hicks</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>SaR planning</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Devlin nodded as he listened to the major's instructions, and chuckled softly when she pointed out that there was always one klutz who forgot to activate the locator. "Got<em>that</em>right, Ma'am", he growled. He remembered pulling a half frozen geologist from a crevasse down on Antarctica after a four hour SaR mission - the genuine article. The scientist had been lucky and his toes would regrow - frostbite was the easiest to regenerate from. He had been washed out of the programme, of course. On Mars, he would have been dead, and all because he forgot to push that little button that told the searchers where he was...<br/><br/>Of course, on most of Planet Earth, they could find you using your implant, using GPS and the cell-phone network. But Antarctica was divided into four cells and had no GPS coverage, the best the satellites could say was "Near the south pole somewhere". While Mars had a ring of GPS satellites, they were not as sophisticated as the ones around Earth and didn't have the capability to track cranial implants. And there was no cell-phone network.<br/><br/>"Hmmm.... Good idea to stay out of the comms towers. Also, staying two klicks out max will be good. Familiarise the team with the area in the near vicinity. Are we going to be using any of the civs? They're going to want to help."