<div class="floatright">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/245201146/superthumb.jpg?t=1466203304)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gordon Briggs<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>American<br/><strong>Actions</strong>: Back to Base<br/><hr/>With the keys found, they took their leave. Dragging the smugglers down the stairs and to the truck was a pain, but with the three of them working together they managed. Their samples collected and prisoners in tow, Gordon claimed the drivers seat as he set them on the way back to the Kammergericht. Things were quiet, with Dany riding in the back and Wallace asleep. All Gordon had was the radio to keep him company.<br/><br/>They soon arrived back at the garage. Gordon handed off the prisoners there, and then followed after the escort to the briefing room. This was going to be one hell of a meeting, that was for sure.<br/><br/>Taking a seat, Gordon sighed as he was immediately met. He really could use a coffee. Or a smoke. Or a stiff drink. Sadly there was no time for that. Well, it was never going to be easy.<br/><br/>Gesturing to the person in question, Gordon nodded. "That's Wallace right there," he began. "We followed the lead from the morgue to the scene of the crime, investigated a nearby apartment complex where black marketeers were known to frequent, found those two partying it up with items like the ones the dead soldier had in his possession. During the attempted arrest there was an accidentally activation of X-Tech."<br/><br/>Leaning back, he folded his arms over his chest. "The man ended up as a woman, the woman ended up as a man, Wallace ended up like that. No sign yet on cats and dogs living together but I'll get back to you." He couldn't wait to see how this went over.