[ALERT: Caution] Wandering down the corridor, Max slowly approached his quarters with a mug of coffee in one hand and a PADD in the other. The last few days had been tiring considering the amount of contacting he'd done and the dead ends he'd found. The only notable piece of information gathered had been the location of Einhoften and surveillance images, which was substantial but not enough for him. Passing through the locked doors of his room, Max angled directly towards the replicator and ordered food. Taking the appearing dish, he dropped into a seat at the small table that came with the quarters and took a mouthful, "Man that's good..." he muttered between chewing. Then the door enunciator rang, causing Max to narrow his eyes, "What is it?" "Lieutenant Coogan, Sir. There's a Sergeant Rhodes on secure channel three, he wants to speak to you and made it sound urgent," a voice behind the door echoed. Swallowing what food was left in his mouth, Max nodded to himself, "Okay i'll get it. Thank you Mr. Coogan." "Sir," came the Lieutenant's reply before the sounds of his footsteps moving way were apparent. Bourne sighed as he reached over and pulled the console closer. He wasn't about to stop eating for a Sergeant he'd never heard of, but would give them man his time. Tapping at a button on the device, he watched the Special Forces emblem vanish to be replaced by the aging face of a marine. "Sergeant Rhodes, what's up?" "Colonel Bourne, i have some information that you might find useful regarding--" the marine leaned closer and whispered, "--Einhoften." To that, Max paused midway to placing more food in his mouth and straightened slightly. "Isn't that classified information?" Rhodes smiled at that and rolled his eyes, "Colonel, it isn't just Special Forces that do all the work you know. When you people are busy with paperwork and pressing your uniforms, Marines are doing work." Curling the corner of his mouth, Max nodded, "Okay, i'm listening. What's this 'information'?" "I take it by now Special Forces have a vessel en route to the facility?" He questioned. Believing the man wasn't fishing for information, Max nodded only. "Typical Starfleet... you might want to warn them." Stated the marine. Raising an eyebrow, Bourne was curious now. "Warn them of what Sergeant?" Rhodes narrowed his eyes and leaned forward, "Warn them about the Jem'Hadar of course." Dropping back into his chair, Max put his fork on the plate and crossed his arms, "Why do i feel like you've been to Einhoften?" "Like i said--" began the marine, "--when Special Forces are sleeping, the marines are doing work. The ship you've sent isn't the first investigation team Starfleet have sent in." Again, much like most of his conversations, Max just wanted to get to the end so he could use the information. "Sergeant, why don't you get to the point before my dinner goes cold." Rhodes seemed to smirk at that, but nodded and continued non the less, "I was in a unit that was sent to Einhoften three weeks ago. We weren't told much, other than it was a standard recon assignment and we were to report back what we found." "And?" Pressed Bourne. "And we found something to report back. Your Special Forces vessel should be careful Colonel, it isn't safe down there," finished the Sergeant, seemingly caught in recollection. "I think Special Forces can handle it, i wouldn't--" "Don't piss away what i'm saying Colonel," snapped the marine, "we thought we could handle it, and we were wrong. Starfleet know what's down there and there going to send in unit after unit until they cover it up." Thinking for a moment, Max nodded, "Okay Sergeant, i'll tell who needs to know." "Thank you Colonel," replied the marine, leaning to cut the communication. "One more thing," commented Bourne, "why are you telling me this?" "Because Colonel, i was the only one to come back alive," and he cut the com. Lt. Colonel Max Bourne Deputy Director Starfleet Special Forces Intelligence SSF Command / SB Bragg -- If you build it...