<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>: Lunch<br/><hr/>Gordon nodded in understanding, certainly not willing to argue with the desire to return to normal as soon as possible. No doubt he would have wanted to do the same if he was in her shoes. Still, he wasn't. That meant he had other concerns as well that he needed to keep an eye on. That was just the situation they were in right now.<br/><br/>"Call up the chain," he replied with a nod. "We'll ruffle less feather as that way. Plus we're delaying the planes anyway, and I doubt he'll just drop everything in the middle of a foreign country. We can afford an hour or two to dot some i's and cross some t's."<br/><br/>Since it seemed like Siobhan would not have an objection to that course of action, Gordon would do what he had to to make it happen as they departed the airbase,. Their next stop after a quick check in would be the restaurant and their next lead.<br/><br/>"Yes please," he confirmed with a nod to the waiter as he surveyed the place. It was slow, probably because it was lunchtime, but that just made it easier to find their target. Not that he would point him out until they had taken their seat. "Thanks. I'll keep that in mind."