John tried to rest as much as he could on his way to the pick up point of the VIP. If the trip was going to be as dangerous as the commander made it sound, he wouldprobably not have the luxury to sleep later.

After arriving to the base, the young Evans felt slightly calmer. It looked like the people they were supposed to scort were, overal, normal. That's good. It meant they would probably stay under cover in case shit went down, which is always a plus. "Maybe the professor could use some help packing? I'm free to help him move his stuff if he needs to." He offered, seeing how disspleased with the current schedule Gregory was.