Alan nodded. "Thanks for seeing to it so quickly. It could just be curiosity about such a unique aircraft, but I'm guessing this is the first time he's been noticed. That implies they know something of what is going on, and that the organization could have a mole somewhere in the chain. They won't like that little revelation one bit." Anna looked at him. "Okay Agent Hunt..."
He looked at her with a wry smile. "Maybe I'm paranoid, but I have seen stuff I designed for American Firms on Russian Security craft. You can't say espionage isn't still a thing Anna." She just sighed at him and shook her head. She knew his background well, and that he still held a more US-centric view by dint of being a veteran.
"My real question is why someone would be so interested in what we're doing."
Alan nodded along with the Captain as she spoke. The ship was amazing, and while not the fastest, he knew she was incredibly stable. Alfred's warning caught him, but he resisted the urge to turn and look where he'd indicated. "Just move along quietly, like we haven't noticed."
He guided Anna, who seemed abit put out by it, but in the past Alan had saved her life, so she trusted him, and clearly he trusted Alfred's word. Inwardly Alan was abit annoyed that he'd missed it himself, but he'd truly not been expecting such a thing as they left. "God, this is going to be one of Those trips." he muttered softly, even as he and Anna made their way into cover, falling in behind the Captain.
Alan beheld the Argo, and he smiled. "All kinds, I'm sure, All kinds." he said answering Alfred's question, without really knowing. He knew two of the engineers responsible for the design, and while he'd not been involved, he knew enough to respect the craftsmanship.
"This going to be a fun trip. The groundside excursion, probably the other kind of "fun." he said with a small chuckle.
Anna broke from her reverie, marveling at the craft she knew nothing of, and let out an exasperated sigh at Alan's comment. "Trips with you have ALWAYS involved the other kind of "fun." That's probably why they called you, Alan. I almost said no, too, knowing that." She smiled "You requested my help, so this is important, and that's why I said yes."
Alfred could tell these two had a certain history, that probably wasn't all positive, but even with the banter, both exuded the calm confidence of professsionals.
Alan chuckled softly at the Dad Joke, and he'd not realized it right away. "That it is." Still he was glad Alfred was this sort of person. He'd heard some stories from some in the GCI, and he knew some would call him a legend in some circles.
""It's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard about some of your exploits from friends. Your expertise is going to be incredibly valuable here." Alan shook his hand firmly, his own grip just as strong. He honestly felt he was the one most out of place. Everyone else had something they could truly contribute. Alan was the main one with any sort of underwater training, far as he knew, but they'd be in the Jungle, not a marine situation. Still, he'd requested a few goodies, that would come in handy. Alot of the gear on the plane was for Anna going by what she'd told him, she had enough medical gear for a small hospital, and he was abit surprised. Still it'd benefit them greatly to have it if they needed it.
"I'd just been about to set up a weekend barbecue, then I got this call. When we get back, we'll have to do it then. This was my first full weekend off in months." Alan chuckled, and Ana gave a long sigh. "Always thinking about food..." Clearly there was a history between the two of them. Still she smiled and nodded. "Though with the view from your beach house, That does sound like a great way to celebrate when we get back."
The two looked at Alfred, and even with the higher class accoutrements, Alan nodded. "The whole team will be welcome to come."
Alan thought for a minute. ""Well I think Alfred should have a say in this as well, we're all going to be a team together as it were. How about he gets to choose one of our teammates, and I choose the other? For my pick, I'd call up Anna Rochefert from the Medical corps. She's got some familiarity with south america, as she's been down there at least twice. She's both a trained medic and Doctor, and I know she speaks Portuguese, and several other pertinent languages."
He'd had to work with her back on a river survey, and they'd hit it off fairly well. "We could find the missing people alive, and they may need medical attention, far more than what first aid I know. Having her along would be beneficial in many ways. " He knew she could handle a gun, and wouldn't hesitate if push came to shove.
"I knew they were tough, but damn, still able to respond to the Ping in that shape." He spoke softly. "I'd need to examine the pad, to be sure of anything, regarding what did that to it. Considering a grown man can smash those things with a hammer and it'll bounce off, whatever did that's got some amazing strength." Still, there's no explanation for how it ended up in the middle of the Outback."
He frowned. "I'd need to see the pad itself before I can really tell you more. I know that some pads like that have a geotracker function. It'll tell you the path it took to get where it is, but in that shape I've got no idea if that function works, of if that pad even had it." Pads like that were at least twice as expensive, though if he had to hazard a guess, that pad did have it.
"Still saltwater inside? that's really odd in and of itself. Sure there's a large ocean between the two locales, but given where it was supposed to be, I'd have expected Fresh not salt water if any. Its casing was shattered before it went in the water, that's the only way it'd have water inside though."
He was avoiding the potential that seemed the most outlandish. The Hollow Earth theory, about a series of subterranean tunnels connecting the surface of the world, high speed with amazing currents, but it couldn't be something like that. No one had ever proven their existence, nor found conclusive proof of their possibility. More than that, it still wouldn't outright explain how it got from on land in Brazil in the nearly waterless outback of Australia.
All his plans, out the window. Alan wasn't too happy, but if the lives of colleagues were in danger, he'd just have to reschedule. Ms. Collins wasn't someone to get on the bad side of, so he'd give the mission at hand his attention.
"Those pads are next to impossible to trick." He muttered softly. It was certainly enough time to fly between the locations, but it didn't reallly make sense for it to be half a world away.
More than that, barring being in some rediculously deep hole, or deep in the sea he'd never heard of a delayed ping response. If it was flown there, it would have pinged each hour, not missing the other forty. He looked abit concerned, but nodded.
"That particular Satpad is no larger than a mid-sized notebook. To transport it without pinging, you'd have to carry it in a shielded case the whole way and keep it there. Unless his pad has more than the findings about this discovery, I can't imagine anyone going through the trouble of shielding it for two days, then suddenly opening it exposing it to the ping. They have to know it can be pinged regularly, so something had to have either changed, or we're missing something important."
"Has the pad been recovered?"
He was intrigued by the discovery of course, but it was somewhat outside his purview. Instead he focused more on the technological aspects of what was going on. That particular pad was made so that even powered down, there was a tiny chip that would register on the ping, so he knew that wasn't the answer.
"With the link frequency I can probably access the pad's cameras, and see it's surroundings, or has that already been tried, and not worked?" Any further information would make things easier for them, but there were ways to counter that manner of thing.
Alan was just settling in to relax in his San Francisco home. It had been the last day at the lab, and a good one. The team he'd been part of had finished a new Sensor mount for undersea exploration, One that was highly pressure resistant, and able to penetrate deep into the earth. It was meant to be a tool to aid in undersea mining, as well as some use as part of an earthquake-prediction system. He'd been in charge of ensuring the mount would withstand the pressure, and that the casing wouldn't interfere with the sensors' abilities. He'd also developed a small short range AUV with the sensor, which he'd named the Remora. it wasn't pretty, but it did the job well, and at least under all simulated test conditions, it worked like a charm. Things would go to production now, and soon enough, they'd be something real, and he hoped he'd get to test them in action.
It was too late to go out and walk the beach, and he had the next three days off. He was planning to invite his family down for the weekend, to enjoy the benefits of living close to the Beach. They'd not all gathered together for a good while, and he'd made plans to barbecue if nothing else. Some of the research team had thought to do the same, and if his family couldn't make it, he'd just open it up to his team instead.
He flipped through the channels, his freshly cooked pizza set out on a plate, a cold beer to the left, and relaxed. He was tired, and practically dared his phone to ring the rest of the night. He was going to sit and veg for awhile, maybe do a little online gaming, and then crash, so he could get the rest he'd need to enjoy his three day weekend.
Name- Alan Knight
Codename - Deepwater
Alan Knight was born to wealthy businessman Jeffrey Knight and his wife Melissa, a Doctor at the Hospital of Honolulu. An adventurous youth, He took advantage of all the opportunities of growing up in Hawaii offered. His parents always supported him, though both worried alot as he was always on the move.
Alan was a gifted athlete, and loved the sea. An avid swimmer, surfer, and diver, he loved fishing and shared that with both siblings when he could.
At eighteen he joined the Marines, and left boot with citations for sniping and overall gunnery. His tour of duty in Iraq changed him. while only serving three years, He was honorably discharged due to injuries which were deemed serious enough to inhibit his full function as a soldier.
He was awarded the Purple Hart, and the Silver Star for bravery and gallantry under fire. As a soldier he played a large part in protecting a group of innocent civilians from rogue Iraqi forces, and over the course of the next two days, helping his platoon avoid enemy ambush after being cut off from the main forces. In a final act of bravery he stayed behind, sending his men and the civilians to the rally point, and held off a determined assault alone. A day later, bedraggled, half-dead, and wielding only weapons captured from his slain enemies, Hannibal made his way to to the perimmiter of the Forward Operating Base, managed a salute the commanding officer, and then promptly fell over, suffering from his wounds.
The story of what happened was corroborated by his men, who made it out, with the civilians and the story was broadcast worldwide, as a show of one soldier's dedication to duty, to his fellow soldiers, his nation, and the people even of the nation he fought in.
After rehabilitating from his wounds with his family in California, Alan enrolled at the University of California in Sacramento, graduating with honors with a degree in Marine Engineering. He went on to earn his masters degree, upon which, the Global Cartography initiative made him an offer he couldn't refuse as its said. They set him up in a GCI Thinktank in San Francisco, where he could put his degree to work straight away. He was the lead designer of the Sea Arrow a new submersible that was twice as fast as any other exploratory submersible currently in use.
Following this, he has worked on nearly a dozen other projects for GCI, all of which have been brought to successful conclusions.
Alan is an avid collector of firearms, both modern and antique
Alan loves fishing of all sorts, be it hook and line, or spearfishing. He's an avid surfer, and worked hard following his injury to be able to surf again.
Marital Status- Single
Father- Jeffrey Knight, wealthy businessan turned California Senator.
Mother- Melissa Knight- Doctor and on the board of Directors for Shriner's Hospital in Sacramento
Brother- William Knight, a skilled Veterinarian with his own practice in Sacramento
Sister- Alicia, a young college student working towards her degree in Microbiology