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<blockquote data-quote="kid A" data-source="post: 947722" data-attributes="member: 11757">Seymour Johnson Air Force Base Main EntranceGoldsboro, North Carolina1:55pm, Late Spring 2003&nbsp;He couldn't help it.&nbsp; He'd always had a strange sense of humor.&nbsp; Despite the possible danger of this situation, Andreev still found it hilarious.&nbsp; Seeing the black Air Force sedan spinning on it's roof, coupled with Reed's eye-rolling sent him into a laughing fit.A minute or so later, Andreev became serious again.&nbsp; He looked at the debacle at the front gate and thought about the situation.&nbsp; To his eyes, it appeared that if his contact was indeed in the sedan, the MP's were most likely a threat.&nbsp; That being the case, he didn't necessarily want to put himself in harm's way.&nbsp; However, there was always the possibility that something else had happened (perhaps the MP's were friendlies and there was some sort of miscommunication).&nbsp; But, he needed to keep in mind that he was in the middle of an unknown situation.&nbsp; He turned to Reed.&nbsp; &quot;Well, Lieutenant, I would like to stay out of harm's way long enough to see what this mission is about.&nbsp; So, I would advise we appraoch this situation with a certain level of caution.&nbsp; We don't know why the MP's are advancing on an overturned car,&quot; he choked back another laugh, &quot;but we must assume that they could be a threat.&quot;&nbsp; Pulling his gun out from his jacket and putting it on his lap, he asked her for the letter she had delivered.&nbsp; &quot;Let us say we pull up between the car and the MP's, and tell them who we are to be meeting here.&nbsp; After showing them our credentials, and if that is indeed our contact, perhaps we can straighten this all out.&nbsp; But,&quot; he took the safety off his revolver, &quot;let us also be prepared for the alternative...&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="kid A, post: 947722, member: 11757"] Seymour Johnson Air Force Base Main Entrance Goldsboro, North Carolina 1:55pm, Late Spring 2003 He couldn't help it. He'd always had a strange sense of humor. Despite the possible danger of this situation, Andreev still found it hilarious. Seeing the black Air Force sedan spinning on it's roof, coupled with Reed's eye-rolling sent him into a laughing fit. A minute or so later, Andreev became serious again. He looked at the debacle at the front gate and thought about the situation. To his eyes, it appeared that if his contact was indeed in the sedan, the MP's were most likely a threat. That being the case, he didn't necessarily want to put himself in harm's way. However, there was always the possibility that something else had happened (perhaps the MP's were friendlies and there was some sort of miscommunication). But, he needed to keep in mind that he was in the middle of an unknown situation. He turned to Reed. "Well, Lieutenant, I would like to stay out of harm's way long enough to see what this mission is about. So, I would advise we appraoch this situation with a certain level of caution. We don't know why the MP's are advancing on an overturned car," he choked back another laugh, "but we must assume that they could be a threat." Pulling his gun out from his jacket and putting it on his lap, he asked her for the letter she had delivered. "Let us say we pull up between the car and the MP's, and tell them who we are to be meeting here. After showing them our credentials, and if that is indeed our contact, perhaps we can straighten this all out. But," he took the safety off his revolver, "let us also be prepared for the alternative..." [/QUOTE]

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