<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>: Arrival<br/><hr/>Well, Gordon couldn't fault that curiosity and the desire to arrange the puzzle together. He wasn't sure how much it would be of use to the case at hand, but she was intelligence. Maybe she could see something that escaped his simpler soldier brain. Only time would tell whether it was a waste of time or not.<br/><br/>Another shrug followed. "I didn't see any of that stuff, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was going on in the more private rooms." Gordon wasn't afraid to admit that much, as it was close to the truth. It hadn't been something he was interested in, so he'd felt no need to go poking to the point where he'd find out. "Like I said, our Sergeant was involved with one of the more affluent patrons and their social circle. They mentioned where that fellow would be tonight, so if we don't wrap this up before then it might be worth dropping in to see what he knows."<br/><br/>The base drew into sight, their trip not likely to last much longer. Gordon straightened up in his seat, adjusting his uniform slightly and making sure that his credentials were ready. "Pretty much," he agreed in turn. "At the very least I'm more readily military so they're more likely to be cooperative. as long as you don't go near the armory or the prison cells there shouldn't be much of an issue." Well, unless there actually was a secret cache of X-Tech, but if there was then even he'd have some problems. Not just Siobhan.<br/><br/>For now, it seemed that it was time to get back to work.