Ivor Knight was in his camo standing at the back of the room. He was a tall deep tan young man, with a black hair curvy french crop haircut. His eyes were constantly shifting and darting around the room as if inspecting something to come out of the corners at any moment. He held his cover (military hat), over his mouth to hide his expression as the investigation went on. 

He was there to monitor, for anything that seemed suspicious about Drake's tale, or perhaps if one of thse aliens came out of the woodwork. There was also some, small fears that the aliens could possibly replace or bodysnatch people though that was more out of fear of the unkown than any evidence thus far.
He still couldn't fully believe that aliens were real, and had land on earth. It seemed serious enough that someone from a higher agency had to step in, a tactical group of the CIA & Airforce from what he could tell from the rapid deployment.

The massive forest fire & the reports of weird combatants had summoned the national guard to clear out the original encounter.
It seemed the investigator was repeating themselves over the looks of those things though.
Those [i]things, aliens, what have you[/i] did look mostly identical and weren't very well equipped, despite their unnatural durability.
The 'Greys' was the closests category, it almost looked they were formed from the ground with occasional mud or clay like splotches. Humanoid monsters with faces that Ivor couldn't even define in his report.

Ivor would lean toward the investigator and whisper:
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[color=#f01a89]"Ask about any ships in the air, what they looked like...maybe if they had some type of weapon or, how they tranported those creatures to the ground. The guy got an aerial view before things went south, so might have better details. Nothing showed up on radar..." [/color]
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It was better not to overstep a superior officer of any rank.
Especially not now with hell about to break loose.