<div class="floatleft"> ](http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x94/Shadowphile/ebfa601f-dfb0-4557-a153-6bcc6b23c97f_zpsztcnqyvk.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Liam Kithcannon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Persidia on Mars - Temp Quarters<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jay and Zaine<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Searching for clues<br/><br/>"I can certainly come along,"  Liam said.  "Seeing the map is one thing but seeing everything in person will make making connections a little easier."  He slipped a worn poncho on over his flak jacket; the majority of the body armour was in a neat pile near the bed he had been assigned.<br/><br/>He grabbed a worn dust filter.  It was like any of the thousands of filters in use on Mars.  He collected a few other stray items, checking each one carefully before he deemed it ready for use.  His communications gear, a small data recorder, a small tool kit and a small first aid kit, it was all inspected.<br/><br/>The last thing he inspected were his weapons.  He wasn't carrying a firearm but there was a throwing knife strapped to his left forearm that looked like it might be made of ceramic or plastic rather than metal and strapped to his lower back were two enormous butterfly knives that could have done double duty as kitchen cleavers.  He was clearly not as helpless as he had originally seemed.<br/><br/>"I'm good to go," he said finally.