He hummed to himself as he noted the three important names, as well as the fact that there wasn't a dossier on who was meeting them, which suggested to him that it would be a lieutenant and a couple airmen(since it was an Air Force base), and the Lt would show them to the crash site after dismissing the airmen. Personally, he was slightly disappointed it wasn't one of the Smith's that had recruited him, he was looking forward to trading barbs with them again. Still, he figured being able to give the crash to the FBI, since it was almost definitely a crime scene in his mind. The FAA would be pissed, he didn't care as he didn't have a flight capable vehicle yet, and the Col would be happy he had managed to toss it into someone's plate other than his, as running a fighter wing was his concern, and as the fly boy's commander, he would be the closest thing to an expert the base had.<br/><br/>He glanced at the others, seeing if they had any request to cleaning up, before turning back to the soldier. "No, I think we are good to get to the scene now. I am Junkyard, this is Ghost, and the one with the interesting outfit and floating is Elizabeth. Outfitter, magic user, and psionist. I am in charge of the attachment, Elizabeth goes everywhere I do, and Ghost is to keep me from putting my foot too far into my mouth."