Nellis Air Force Base
Las Vegas, Nevada
4:41am, Late Spring, 2003
On his way through the house towards his room, Durant spotted Andreev talking pleasantly with Lt. Reed. This reminded him of a message he had gotten earlier. From the hallway he got Andreev's attention. "Hey Andreev, you might want to get your business suit in order. You and I have a meeting with the base c.o. at 0800." With that, he walked off.
He hadn't realized how tired he had actually been. The plane's descent and landing had been so smooth that he ended up sleeping through it entirely. It wasn't until people were getting their gear and exiting the plane that he awoke, and even that was due to Lt. Reed's hand on his shoulder, stirring him from sleep.
After a few moments of seemingly endless yawning, he stood up and stretched, amazed at how comfortable he had found the seat during the trip. Or, maybe it had been his exhaustion. Either way, he had managed several hours of sleep, and despite the early hour at which they arrived, he felt fairly refreshed.
He followed the rest of the passengers out of the cabin and into the base, where he began looking for a room. He caught up with Lt. Reed, and inquired with a smile, "Excuse me, Lieutenant, but did you happen to hear where exactly the bedrooms are in this facility?" As he asked her this, he was again overtaken with her beauty, despite little rest from the events of the previous day.
It was just then that Durant told him about their meeting the next morning.
Finally!, he thought,
maybe now I will get some answers about this 'stargate.' He needed to get his suit pressed, and hoped that he could find at least an iron in one of the bedrooms. He looked once more at Reed, "Can you help me, Lieutenant?"