<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>: Catching back up<br/><hr/>The car pulled to a stop in the base, and they exited to proceed to their destination. That was a Hangar on the base, filled with shelves, materials, and people to move those various materials around to where they were needed. It was a moderately familiar sight even if Gordon wasn't a flyboy.<br/><br/>It seemed like they could have come at a better time, with the man in charge supervising preparations for a shipment. The grand piano was new, leaving him to wonder if it was salvage from the war. Hard to explain why else that sort of thing would be on the base. He was quiet at first, allowing Siobhan to take things at the beginning. He nodded along as she explained why they were here, and what they would like to do.<br/><br/>"Of course I'm sure you're on a dead, we'll do our best to make this as quick and painless as possible," Gordon assured him as he picked up for Siobhan. "At the very least we'd like to speak to Wilder's squad mates, and have a look at the unit records regarding recent activities. But if you have a moment or two to spare to talk about it in person, that would be appreciated." Hard to say how much they would get out of this, so best to focus on the essentials, and then expand outwards from there if the opportunity presented itself.