"Take pictures, I'll see if I can decipher it all later." One of his little abilities was deciphering languages, and he'd take a crack at it when they weren't in the Tunnels of Ancient Doom under the Sahara.
The swim began again, and he chuckled. "Talk about out of your element." he muttered just loud enough for the mics to pick up, without knowing it.
She obviously didn't mean that THAT way. Ryan thought.
Even so, he had to say something, if only to head anything else off. "Deezy, don't ever say that out loud again." He was suppressing a chuckle even now. "Let's avoid changing anything until we have to. That's a sure way to alert them that something's up and someone's here."
Ryan scowled inside his suit, he didn't like feeling disoriented, it wasn't something he felt pretty much at all since the Storm, and it was odd to say the least. "Mark the location, and let's continue. Altering the flow in any way is likely to alert them to our presence. I'd like to avoid that at the moment."
He thought for a moment, shrugged, and nodded. "But you do raise good points. Do as you will."
Ryan swam on with them, alert to any danger, and paying close attention to the walls of the tunnel they were in.
Ryan sighed. "Deezy come back, Let me make this easy for everyone. Give me the direction and how far out." Emily gave him a general reckoning and Deezy something more specific. Ryan focused on where they indicated had indicated, and at least they'd be find for a surface drop. Far out at sea, the warpgate opened with the entrance there beside him., and he nodded. "Alright, let's do this quickly. I can't help with the dive, but we can cut out alot of time this way. It'll be just like walking off a diving board."
Ryan felt an odd itch in his mind, something was off, an just not right. He was glad he was on his feet on the ground, because it was like he was in the Gyroscopic like lest years ago, and he scowled. "Anyone else feel off?" He shook his head,, and scowled. "I think We are going to go for a swim. I can transport us out above the tunnels if that's what we want, but we'll have to swim into them from the surface."
He still had Emily's clothing, and was trying to avoid staring. He was a much older man after all, and she was a friend.
Ryan quietly went and found another room to change in. There were things the suits could do that wern't things he needed, but a backup was nice to have. More than that, it was also good that she'd thought to help them move faster and easier through the water. His was a dark blue with a black base, and he nodded, coming back to the others. Onc everyone was back and ready to go he concentrated.
Temple not going with them made him smile, he wasn't that happy to bring the two newest Stormers on this mission, and he'd be worried about them regardless of whether they could handle themselves or not. It wasn't a lack of faith in their abilities, but more a product of his upbringing. What they were doing was dangerous, and you didn't just take Young people into danger.
He sighed, back to his concentration and the mental image or Sirte's coastline. Once it was fixed in his mind, He poured power into the image, and before them, the portal to the other side of the world opened.
He smiled at the trio who'd be going with him. "Africa awaits."
Once they were all through the portal he followed, cranking his senses to high alert, as the portal closed behind them.
Ryan smiled "The pictures aren't to search for the tunnels, they're more to give me the lay of the land. With everything going on, I haven't really gotten to travel like i like. I can blindly open gates, but there is some risk in opening them in a person, or wall, or other less than desirable endpoint. Having a point of reference however, makes it much easier. Of course once I've been somewhere I can always go back."
He shook his head. "That will show you to the saltwater tunnel, but what about the freshwater one?"
Legal name: Ryan Alexander Hawke
Alias: N/A Eruption: The Storm Allegiance/Affiliation: none, formerly USAF
Appearance: Ryan's a normally confident man, haunted by lost dreams. Twenty years in the Air force has left him fit and with a solid bearing and cool demeanor. Standing at 6'3, he's fairly tall, with a well toned build that belies an innate grace.
Temperament: Calm and reserved, the traces of his competitive nature is still there, though few things can rouse it. At home in his solitude, it's only been in the last couple of years that he's come out of his shell and met others, regaining some of the sense of life that his boss remembered from the Academy days.
Known powers: Independent Flight, creation of Warpgates between two points.
History: Ryan was born in Seattle, Washington, and joined the Air Force as soon as he could. Serving twenty years in both combat and non-combat roles, he would eventually attain the rank of Major befire retiring. A civilian for the first time in his adult life, he now works at a transportation company, Aerostar Transport, as both a driver and pilot.
Special Knowledge: Dreamed of being an Astronaut from an early age, the failure to achieve this has haunted him, and is the specter of failure that sometimes wakes him up at night.
"Alright, the five of us." he indicated Temple, Emily, Cassandra, Deezy and himself. "Will go to the Sahara, and see this utopia ourselves. We'll investigate the tunnels, and if we're caught, just say that we were curious as to just how they managed this. Curiosity won over courtesy, and apologize." He looked to them. "Anyone object, speak now, or hold your peace."
When no one spoke, he began bringing up sattelite footage of the area where the tunnels were, looking for live footage. He'd been to the persian gulf, but nowhere near the Sahara, and he wasn't going to risk a blind jump with the others.
Ryan frowned "They don't care about the rest of it, only their borders. As to going to talk to them, I'm for it, but doesn't that tip our hands? They don't want to kill the world, just make their home the envy of the rest of the world, to attract more and more Stormers like us. "
He sighed. "Showing up unnanounced might be better, but all of us are known as stormers, Save Temple. Silly as it may sound, won't this negatively impact Novastorm if the two Stormer founders show up in a nation that cares only for Stormers? The company isn't as important as the world, but I'd be a poor boss if I didn't consider those who work for us."
"I'm not saying we don't go, but if we do, and we're found out, what do we say? Do we tell them truth, strange as it sounds, or do we tell them something else, and what?"