[Alpha]

He sat in silence, listening to the almost silent thrum of the engines. What the hell is this aircraft? I haven't seen anything like it, even with my time in the Agency. Theron still hated long silences though, and he decided he might as well try to get his next mission from the individual who had beckoned him onto this thing. "So what am I being tasked to do? Another recovery? If so, who is it? Or what am I going after?" The stranger chuckled slightly and leaned forward a bit, revealing some weird kind of armor covering his body where his suit wasn't. "I guess you could call it a recovery, though frankly even with our resources we're not sure who or what you will be going after. We have a general idea though.....we believe it to be an individual working on Iwo Jima as part of the body identification team. Intelligence reports that it is an object that fell there, and it is believed to be of extra-terrestrial origins. It appears to have been recovered by someone on that island, presumably on that team since it was in their area. Beyond that, we are in the dark. We want you to retrieve whatever it was that fell and anyone who came into contact with it."

Theron sat back in his seat, mind reeling from what was just revealed to him. Not only was it a recovery mission, but he didn't even know who and what it was they were wanting him to grab. Gods have mercy, why did I ever leave behind my "normal" job with the Rangers. Hell, I could have even gone into special forces, but no, I had to take the creepy and shadowy offer. "You know, I may be good at my job, but I can't track something with nothing. You may have given me a location, but I work better knowing who or what I am going after." He tapped his foot repetitively, slightly annoyed with this assignment. The stranger then decided to speak, "Well, not nothing. We recorded a slight energy signature as it dropped through the atmosphere. It's not much, but it may give it away when you get within a few feet. It was that slight, and we were lucky to pick it up frankly." Theron laughed, and began to wonder what the hell he had gotten himself into. "Well, how the hell am I going to do that? Hold out a big scanner to every person I happen upon?" A slight silence followed as the armored man dug out what looked like a watch and tossed it to him. Theron caught it, and looked at it incredulously. "That will transmit a minor signal to your earpiece when you that signal gets picked up. Remember though, it has to be within two maybe three feet."

"Mr. Fionn, do think about what this might do to your career. Whether you succeed or fail might make a great difference in your life."