Surprisingly, the armed force wasn't met by security or soldiers. There was only one recipient waiting for them in the repurposed garbage loader. It was a rugged Chinese man, looking to be in his mid-thirties. Faustian facial hair covered his face; a well-groomed moustache and a dab of hair under his bottom lip. He wore a typical black and white suit with a classic red tie. The only thing seemingly abnormal about him was his eyes. There was something that went beyond the charisma he wore on his face. The captain's image distorted in the spherical reflection of the man's eyes, twisting beyond normal limitations, purple crystals swirling in a Warhol-like pattern within his pupils... But luckily, none of them were close enough to see that. "That would be me," he answered, confident in tone, "now where's yours?"