<strong>13:00 - Tuesday, April 26, 2072</strong><br/><br/>It was a short while later that the group found themselves at a small private airport in Puyallup of all places.  They weren't given a chance to inspect the area, but from a cursory glance it was protected by a ten foot fence and patrolled by a drones.<br/><br/>The two vehicles passed through a checkpoint without stopping, then pulled into a large hangar to escape the still torrential downpour of rain.  The hangar itself was empty, no people, no plane.  It was several stories tall with what looked to be a small office fastened to the upper corner in the north east.  There was no elevator to provide access to the office, just a set of stairs that were almost vertical enough to be a ladder.<br/><br/>Ms. Wytt stepped out of the limousine, her eyes unfocused.<strong>"The plane was delayed due to weather."  </strong>She informed the group.<strong> "I would recommend checking the area.  We'll have one more runner joining us, he's securing the perimeter, don't shoot him."  </strong><br/><br/>There wasn't anywhere but the office to hide within the hangar itself, but the doors on either side were open, making the hangar into more of an arch than a building.  The rain limited visibility to a few feet once outside the hangar, and the constant thunder would easily allow an entire army to sneak up without being heard.