Chapter 3
1 hour after that …
Tired and weary archaeologists dragged their feet into the briefing room, one of them it seemed had fallen asleep in the shower, with their skin taking on a red glow and the spot where his head had rested against the tiles of the cubicle, was now a shade lobsters would be attracted to. They sat with their eyelids dropping barely aware of the fact that on earth it was mid-afternoon, let alone the fact that their intrepid leader was yet to show.
"Good afternoon, people. Right let's get started, P4X-56… Where's Dr Jackson?"
The room became slightly responsive, with mild curiosity taking over the minds of the archaeologists.
"He was in and out the locker rooms real quick."
"Said something about cataloguing the rocks he found."
"Probably passed out from a caffeine overdose." murmured a very tired archaeologist.
Luckily Hammond was a little too worried to reprimand him, "Sergeant!" he called as Harriman scuttled past the briefing room door.
"Sir?"
"Have you seen Dr Jackson?"
"No sir."
"Could you go and check his office please?"
"Yes sir."
Hammond distinctly heard the words 'three bags full' coming from down the hall; it was at this point that he decided that 'the colonel's' sense of humour should be tested for contagions.