John paused mid-yawn. [i]Major Peterson?[/i] He didn't recognize the name, but it wasn't as if he knew every single person in the Milky Way. The helmeted mercenary checked his datapad for messages he may of missed during his sleep and, sure enough, there was one from the team's adviser. [i]Strange. She should have received codes from HQ that would have let her in. Either there was a miscommunication and our new teammate didn't receive them or she somehow misplaced them, something pretty hard to do considering the digital age we're in.[/i] There was also the possibility she wasn't who she said she was, but if that was true John was confident he could take her. The AI would be troublesome were it to enter the ship's systems, but it wouldn't be the first time he was on a ship that was trying to kill him. Still, this possibility would be highly unlikely since it would be pretty difficult to have only this single red flag appear.

[color=ed1c24]"You're cleared to enter. Park your ship in the Alamo's hanger bay. I'll meet you there if you have any questions or concerns,"[/color] he finally replied. John then ended the call and, after suiting up with the rest of his equipment, he walked out of his dark room and into the brightly lit hallways. The helmet compensated for the sudden change in light as it always did so he continued towards the hangar without missing a beat. Lifting his arm to stare at the datapad on his right forearm, John began to read up on Miss Chambers file. [i]I should stop by the mess hall on the way there to get something to eat. Just a simple bagel should do.[/i]