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They landed just outside the camp, out of the line of sight of the few MP's that were on duty. Damn security is lax here, I could really cause some damage and chaos if I was someone who wanted to mess with them. Unfortunately I have a job to do or I might juts be tempted to show them where they are lacking. The door slid open silently, engines a barely audible thrum as he took a step onto the historic island. "You have your orders Mr. Fionn, and I do remind you that failure is not regarded well." Theron chuckled since he had heard this speech numerous times before, and thought of something before taking the final step out the door. "Do I contact through normal channels once I have acquired the target, or targets as the case may be?" "No Mr. Fionn, you will not utilize the normal channels. You will use the frequency we have programmed into the detector. It will put you in contact with the right recovery transport. Do not contact us unless you have the target or are in mortal peril. Understood?" "Yes sir, understood." Theron took his final step off and looked back only to see a minor dust cloud as the transport presumably lifted off and flew away. Well, better get to it then.

He walked up to the camp and saw that the guard was indeed not as strict as they should be in their attention to the security of this small "installation", albeit it temporary. As he approached the checkpoint, the guard stepped forward and blocked his path. "Identification sir? What is your reason for being here?" He had to resist laughing as he pulled out his adaptive id, deciding upon a high level government contractor working with the DoD for his cover. "Here's my identification soldier. May I inquire as to what the hell you were doing sitting around lounging in the mid-morning sun?" The soldier seem rattled once he realized who it was that he was supposedly talking to. "My apologies sir! There hasn't been much need to be completely attentive due to a lack of activity sir." Theron almost burst out in complete laughter; he had forgotten what it was like being around servicemen and women, especially as their superior. So this is what the officers felt like then...feels kinda good. No sense abusing the lad though, he seems clueless enough. "I'm here to inspect your "facilities" and evaluate the overall efficiency and worth of continuing this project. I need to interview all of the scientists as well as any other MPs assigned to this site." "Right away sir! Is there anything else you need sir?" "Hmm, a roster of all personnel as well as a manifest of supplies and any sites. Oh, and a list of any bits of unusual activity or occurrences within the past week." The MP scrambled off to gather all that Theron had asked.

Not even 15 or 20 minutes later, the MP returned with several binders presumably filled with the information that Theron had asked for. "Now, is there a tent or any kind of workspace that I can use while I am here?" The MP hesitated, thinking for a second. "Well, we could probably put up another tent for you to use. It wouldn't be ideal, but it should be workable. We are due to leave tomorrow though sir." "Very well. Inform me once you have found me some space, but don't bother setting something up if it is to be stripped down tomorrow. In the mean time I will stay here and begin going over what I am able to." "Yes sir!" Once again the MP scrambled off. Theron almost laughed as he took a seat and used the small table the MP had been using as an impromptu desk. He grabbed the small binder which was labeled personnel and started to skim through it, all the while glancing around and noticing that there was at least two females here, and was mildly surprised. He wasn't sure if they were civilians or soldiers, but he figured he would find out once he finished going through the files.