Mission Control.  It is a phrase that reminds MoldPatch of the movie Apollo 13.  That is not what they saw.  The elevator opened into a glass-enclosed break area.  This, in turn, overlooks a large room, roughly half a floor below.  In the center of this room is a star-trek style command chair, which Mrs. Killian is currently occupying.  On the far wall a set of large displays show scenes from various surveillance feeds.  There are about a half-dozen workstations scattered around the middle of the room.  Moldpatch is shocked to note that he is the screensaver for one.  Looking at the others, he notes that each of his teammates are the screensaver on another one, implying that these stations are dedicated support for when they are in the field.  Around the edges of the room are workstations for monitoring the available surveillance, and for performing various electronic data gathering (hacking).  In one back corner, there is a pair of workstations set up for emergency phone dispatch use, what Moldpatch imagines a 911 operator would use.  The mission control room is clearly sound-proofed.<br/><br/>Noting that there is a security system on the door, Moldpatch pushes it gently anyway.  It opens and the group enters.  “Mrs. Killian, we had a few questions if you have some time?”<br/><br/>She nods for him to proceed.<br/><br/>“Thank you.  To start with D-synchro and I would both like to requisition some equipment, here are our lists.  Beyond that, what parts of the base are private and what parts require masks?”