Dr. Landel rushed out of the elevator to the front lobby as soon as she heard that the bus was arriving. This was all her big dream, her realization for the potential of people P.A.R.A. had given up on brought to life. And, of course, it would be her head on the line if anything went, as Director Ferrara believed it would, "horribly, horribly wrong." She tried and failed several times to retain her professionalism, and it was good that she still had twenty minutes before the pale blue bus arrived at their square, unassuming headquarters. The worry was of course more in the two members of Landel's "fire with fire" initiative that were already here - a wandering spirit that was somehow able to leave where she was haunting, and an alien, who Landel had insisted time and again could be an assest to them. As she, Agent Crossfire, and Director Ferrara stood there waiting for the new arrivals, the two other anomalies were being led to the Philadelphia Room. The modifications to the teleporter harnesses had already been made under her close supervision. "Estimated time of arrival, 6 minutes 34 seconds," came a voice from overhead. Landel fought again to regain her composure. A.N.N.I. was the real hero of this little venture. The AI salvaged from alien computer technologies and reprogrammed into a data gathering positronic brain had gathered all the intelligence on the new recruits, and had even helped locating them. She looked at Crossfire. As ever, he looked strong and impassive, a statue in a suit and sunglasses. What was it with secret agents always wearing sunglasses? It was a pointless question for Crossfire; he'd been wearing them years before P.A.R.A. had recruited him. He was strictly business at the moment, and she admitted to herself that he looked good. Her attention caught his, though, and she had to quickly turn back. "Estimated time of arrival, 5 minutes."