<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>: A drive<br/><hr/>Another day had come. The night had been pleasant enough for Gordon., especially with the visit to the Cafe. He'd drank, smoked, ate some nice food, and was left refreshed and ready to take on the day. He'd continued to practice his German with Frau Meyer, though there hadn't been much development in his German as of yet. It had only been a day after all.<br/><br/>The meeting was interesting, revealing what the interrogators had learned from their captured smugglers. They definitely had some questions to be answered despite this. People didn't just stumble upon X-Tech, not like this. So the investigation was still on until they could identify the source. And Wallace had found a way to stick around in the short term, hopefully long enough for them to solve this mystery.<br/><br/>Nodding, Gordon rose and prepared to head out as well. The American base was a logical next step, so they would begin there. "Nothing that won't be relevant until later in the day," he assured his companions before they set off on their merry way.<br/><br/>Hitting the road, they drove through chilly streets on their way to the American base. "Sure, I can do that," he replied to the request with a nod. That didn't seem too hard, and there was something fairly obvious that kept Campbell from doing so him-herself.<br/><br/>Gordon rubbed his chin in thought. "Can't say I have many good ideas there Barbara," he replied with a shrug after a few moments. Well, there was plenty of time to come up with one while they were driving.