"Sure," she said, nodding. Within moments the helicopter touched down, Morrison getting to his feet, still feeling slightly groggy, as one of the other soldiers pushed the door open. When their eyes had adjusted to the sudden light flooding the compartment they discovered three men were waiting on the landing pad. Two were soldiers dressed in similar kit to Freya and the others but the third was a tall man with a leather jacket partially covering a rather battered looking old US Marines uniform. Petra smiled as she jumped out of the helicopter, helping Morrison down. "Skylar, meet Major Tom. Or to use his real name, Tom Wilkinson. Ex-Marine and head of this little operation you can see."