"Alright, what the hell is going on out here," came the voice of someone clearly in command. A grizzled, older fellow, obviously someone who'd been in the military far longer than everyone else here, likely combined, he stopped about fifteen feet behind the lead solider, and studied Caiaphas for a minute. "And who the hell are you? And what the hell are you idiots doing pointing your guns at him? He's already cooperating, and he speaks English, so he's clearly got some clue what the hell is going on."