Mike was clustered with Adams, Vanner, Greznya, Vil and Danes around the strange green box. “Anybody seen anything like it before?” “It’s a green rugged conditions shipping case,” Adams said. “Seen a million of them in my time.” “Well, duh,” Mike replied. “What I don’t get is why there’s no markings on it at all. That should mean it’s not military, since they stamp things every which way. But it screams high-level military hardware of some kind.” Mike bent over, examining a pair of odd, round holes, one on the upper left and one in the upper right corner of the front of the case. He was pretty sure those were the lock mechanisms, but there was no identifying name or any real way to get an idea of what they were up against. “I don’t remember any keys. Adams?” “I’m getting old but not that old,” the former SEAL said. “No keys.” “Where’s Creata?” Vanner asked Greznya. “Off-watch.” “I think we’re going to need her expertise.” Creata, also known as Mouse, was one of the smallest Keldara women.
