James walks off the boardwalk and into the terminal. He looks around, taking in his surroundings. He was in a terminal quite different from the one he left on earth. He walked over to the receptionist, only his carry-on in his hand. "Excuse me, mam." He says to the receptionist. "Where do I pick up sensitive cargo? Also, I hear that the military is hiring mercenaries. Do you happen to know where I would go for that?"