Howard knelt on a rise outside the base. He watched the Osprey touch down, and disgorge it's passengers. Two people, men by the looks of them. Professionals too by the looks of them. He didn't need to hear what Imran had to say to them. He remembered a version of it that he was given when he first showed up here. He remembered most of the tests. How he had passed the majority of them with flying colors, and set the first records then promptly broke those records that dealt with marksmanship and long range interdiction and shooting. Those records had never been broken, yet. He grinned broadly as he got back to his feet.

The trek down from the barren hills of the island took him a few minutes. He didn't take any detours.

He slipped onto the base quietly, and made for the armoury. Dropping off his rifle. Then heading into the Common Room. He scanned the usually busy room. It took him a pass or two to spot Antoine. He gave her a nod. Then headed over and sat down nearby. He looked over towards the quarters area. And nodded, "Newbies, Antoine. Newbies." He didn't look directly at her as he brought his head back around, he still wore his ghille suit, the white, brown, grey and blue fabric strips, which he regularly replaced and changed depending on the situation made him look like a blinking Yeti. He leaned over on the couch, making him look like a white-ish form, breaking up his outline.

He did look at her though a moment later, "Any contact yet? Or are they still with Imran?"