Garrett Foster looked around and waited for anyone to speak up. When no one did, he took the stage once again. "Yes, yes. I'm sure you're all confused. Why Vietnam? Well, it's because the orb has a habit of making tropical storms follow it, and the most recent one made landfall in Vietnam three days ago. If we are lucky, some fisherman found it and put it aside to sell. If all goes well we can buy it and be on our way."

Garrett took the remote from Mr. Biermann and clicked it, bringing up an image of the Pacific Ocean, Japan, South China, and Vietnam, along with the small island chains that dotted the area. He clicked the remote again, and it showed the tropical storm as it traveled from its origin point, up the coast of Vietnam, and then as it dissipated.

"The storm ended yesterday, so I have reason to believe that it isn't moving anymore. I have sent out several of my... associates, to try and make our search easier. It is my hope that we can resolve this situation quickly and be on our way."

He looked at Biermann, nodded, and sat back down.

"I hope those associates aren't criminals," Biermann stated, more for the sake of the others than for his own peace of mind.

"Absolutely not. They may be a little strange, and sometimes operate in not completely legal ways, but they don't do anything that is openly criminal. That would defeat the purpose of our organization."

He turned to the rest of the group. "Now, if anyone has any comments or questions, the stage is open."