A few brief moments after Morana entered, a hulking man in a silk robe walked into the room, smiling and smoking a terribly expensive looking cigar.  He was a hard man, the splitting image of the US military-industrial complex, barrel chested, almost predatory in his movements, and bearing an eye patch over his right eye.  What little could be seen of his chest had a large red scar, which he seemed to wear with pride as he walked into the entry chamber.  Short blond hair topped his head, perpetually seeming as if it had been cut yesterday.  The giant thrusted a massive paw towards Morana.  "Greetins!  Colonel Nathan Gallant at yet service."  He announced, smiling and taking Morana's wrist into a deathgrip.<br/><br/>Every inch of Col. Gallant seemed to radiate "Texas military man" as he ejected a steady stream of ash from his cigar.  "Yar the new gal from India... Well, we already got you your team."  He growled, not even bothering to do more than glance at the letter of introduction in her hand.  "My wife Amelia'll take care of the complicated stuff.  Right now, we just need to figure out how to abduct a Schoolteacher."  He said, grinning and smoking his cigar, blue eyes filled with a mad intensity.