[b]Jason[/b]

Jason gave a slight shrug at Klaus' question, scratching the stubble on his chin with a sigh.
"We do, but for his own safety I can't just go making contact willy-nilly. All of three people know who he is."

He was, of course, intentionally using the wrong pronouns. One can never be too careful talking about a deep-cover agent, even when in the company of only friends and close co-workers. Though Ben's statement, admittedly, brought a grin to his usually stern features.
"Glad to hear it, Ben. Unfortunately we'll be lacking in ladies to woo with your suaveness. But all joking aside- Adam, give them the details of travel."

The AI wolf nodded, sitting back on his haunches and looking between Ben and Klaus.
"The moon is two hundred thirty eight thousand and nine hundred miles from Earth. The JCS is almost exactly two hundred thousand miles from earth. We will be traveling in a small craft at approximately one thousand miles an hour, making this a twenty hour trip. If we leave immediately, we will arrive at some time in the middle of the day tomorrow. And we -are- leaving immediately. Further details will be given as situations arise."

A twenty hour trip by civilian space craft- The equivalent of being stuck in an R.V with family for an entire day. It wouldn't be a comfortable trip.



[b]Isaac[/b]

Isaac listened quietly to all of them- Though he visibly cringed as Eirwen and Athena went on their tyrade about schedule and the accuracy of their clocks. Once everybody was done, he gave a rather exaggerated sigh, as if their words had actually been pressing down on him. It was his usual brand of dry humor.
"Then I suppose the rest of us were earlier."
He'd given up on arguing that there really was no schedule, and that time-settings for meetings were more guide-lines than actually set 'you have to be here' times.

"Now that we're all here, though, I'll make it quick for all of our sake." A hand gestured to Cesare and Julis. "I know he might not like to say no, Cesare, but I need those cannons in perfect order, and he's the only one on this bloody station who I trust to make it as close to perfect as humanly possible. You can go out with him if you're worried, I don't have any specific job for you unless you want to stand around clubbing people over the head for walking too slowly. But unless -all- of us want to get blown up, we need those turrets perfect so that nothing bigger than my gods damned thumb can make it close to us."

He now turned his eyes on McDougal and Eirwen, tilting his head slightly.
"You two, I need working together. I'm quite certain McDougal has his obnoxiously large bag of tricks and traps. You're damn good at setting them on your own, but work with Eirwen this time. I'm sure all of her tactics and strategems will actually come in handy here. Make the traps -carefully-. We don't want our own soldiers tripping them. Make a few of them obvious, too. If anybody not with the Free Men boards this station, I want them bottle-necked towards the bottom of the station."