Who: Angel Ramirez
Where: Houston, Texas
Location: The NASA Space Center
When: 9 am Wednesday (the next day)
Dressed in cowboy boots, dark blue jeans, a white, silk dress shirt, and her go-to brown leather jacket, Angel stepped out of the large black SUV flanked by two dark-suited U.S. Marshals.
"Seriously, Guys, I appreciate all the extra security, but this is a bit much, doncha think?" Angel complained in her thick New York accent.
So far she had been met at the airport by a couple of Texas Rangers, and then escorted to the NASA Space Center by a couple of U.S. Marshals.
"Sorry, Ma'am," one of them said in an equally thick Texas accent. "But as you're a representative of a foreign organization on American soil..."
"The UN is located on American soil," Angel reminded them.
"Nevertheless, and as we have yet to determine what type of insurgent attack has been happening here at NASA, we can't afford to let you roam around until your credentials are officially verified."
"Think of us as your own personal bodyguards," said the other Marshal. His accent wasn't local. He sounded like a Bostonian to Angel.
"Emphasis on the guard," Angel snorted.
The trio went inside where four people in white lab coats and a very thin man in a NASA/Air Force military uniform stood waiting.
"Ms. Ramirez," said the thin man, who had been looking at a file folder. He didn't seem happy to see her. His displeasure was plain on his face. "I'm Captain Howard, and these are my colleagues Drs. Sheldon, Leonard, Rajesh, and Fowler."
Angel shook hands with the four lab coats.
"I'm head of operations here," said Dr. Sheldon.
"I'm his assistant," said Dr. Leonard.
"Mumph Mum Mumph," mumbled Dr. Rajesh. Angel frowned, about to ask him to repeat himself, but instead turned to the last scientist. The last one was a woman. "Ms. Fowler."
"Dr. Fowler, but you can call me Farrah," she said placing another hand over Angel's hand. Allow me to show you around."
Captain Howard nodded to the two U.S. Marshals, who nodded back. "We'll be going now, Ma'am."
"Thank you again," Angel said wondering what was in that file folder. It must have been the official approval that the Marshals had been waiting for. "Before you go, the rest of my team is arriving shortly..."
"Oh, we know," said the Bostonian Marshal. "We've two others of them in custody..." He paused. "I mean, enroute to here now."
Angel gave the man a wry smile. "Fine." She turned back to Dr. Fowler. "Farrah, I'd like to wait for the rest of my investigative team, if you don't mind. That way we don't have to repeat the tours over and over again. Also, I'll need a few things."
Angel took off her jacket and began to roll up her white sleeves. The scientists exchanged a look. "Okay," said Dr. Sheldon. "What do you need?"
"For starters, a computer or teleconference-ready conference room with Internet access and at least two screens for remote viewing."
"We got that."
"Two pots of coffee," Angel continued her list.
"Not my group," Angel said shaking her head. "Also, something to eat. Can we get catering for bagels and fruit?"
"Any special dietary restrictions?" Dr. Sheldon asked.
"Only me, I'm gluten-intolerant, but I can make due with coffee," Angel said. "Shouldn't you be writing this all down?"
The four scientists laughed. "We all have photographic memories, Ms. Ramirez. I think we'll be okay."
OOC: TAG to the others