Michael got his suit on, he was back at the command center. His helmet under his arm, "there's a small jet that my father had made just for this kind of situation, to get to a place fast." He swallowed a bit, "I guess me and Zach can go ahead of the rest of the team and see what's going on."

Michael sighed, as he set the helmet down on the table. He sat down in one of the chairs, he didn't know what to say, he wasn't a guy with words he never was. He looked at the people in front of him, they were expecting him to say something, he only shook his head looking down at the table.