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With the trucked stopped David and McLock jumped out breaking off and moving with the crowds. "Well now what?" "Look for the girl of course." Mclock said as if they could just scan real quick to find her. In reality looking for the girl would be an insanely difficult task. They were drowning in a crowd of people that went on and on in every direction. "So I guess we are splitting up Sgt. ?" "Seems like the best way to go." The two quickly broke and moved off in opposite directions.

David had to push and shove his way through the dense crowd loading off the trucks. He walked for some time till he noticed the jeep he'd seen the woman get into, but was no longer in. He made his way over to the empty car climbing ontop of it. He seeped the crowed over from his new vantage point. He finally spotted her or at lest he assumed it was her in the distance. He jumped down and began to push his way towards her.

Nikolaos sat in his office still, writing up a report for his superiors regarding various events that day, including the archeological incident, when a fresh report came in over his official military email. Opening it up, he reads it over.

"Bah, Kanelos... Why did they send him? He's never good in situations with civilians, they know that..." he mutters as he reads. He had to agree, it did appear as though something odd was afoot with this case, though. He made note of the photograph of this Athene woman. He wasn't sure if she really had any significance, but only time could tell.

Then another message came in. "Wait, what is this?" he mutters under his breath, wondering why this additional part of the report would be sent in separately. In fact, it didn't even come from Kanelos, but apparently part of the field crew that had been sent out. "I'm going to have to have a talk about how to use the military network, it seems," he sighs, opening it up.

There was but a simple message, first explaining that a hiker had been found in the area who had apparently taken a photograph of the scene from afar once the disaster had taken place. The second part simply recited an attached image's metadata, the sort assigned an image by various popular brands of digital cameras. The sort that gave each picture a date, time, and information regarding alterations. The message indicated that nothing was out of the ordinary with this metadata--it came directly off the camera to their computer, and then straight to him. The time the picture was taken was perfectly in sync with the time of the accident. It had to be genuine.

Opening the attachment, General Alexandros instantly recognizes why this image had been sent straight to him, and not through official channels. Perhaps these men were smarter than he'd given them credit for.

"What the holy Hell is this...?" he says, first being confused, and then shocked when the implications of this image fell upon him. He looked at the photo that accompanied the official report. Then back at this new one.

Shutting down his laptop immediately, he closes it and gets up. Picking up his phone, white as a sheet, he quietly murmurs, "Corporal... Get me a ride. The first and fastest you can. Where? The disaster site. Why? Don't ask me that, just do it."

He makes his way out of his office in quite the power walk, wasting no time. He had to see this for himself.

"I invented it," She said, breaking the joint lock with the swiftest of ease. As a crowd of soldiers gathered around, she worked along his arm, first his hand broke in ten places, followed by his wrist, his arm, and dislocating his shoulder. To add insult to injury, her nimble returns did the same on the other arm, before snapping the arms around each other in a pretzel knot behind his back. Compound fractures protruded in numerous places as she gently pressed down into the man's leg, forcing him to a kneel.

"I have no business with you. Next time you perform a cowardly attack to me while my back is turned, you will die." She calmly broke through the ring of onlookers, and into the tent with the rest of the dig crew.

(Oh dear, the goddess has made a scene. Whatever shall she do against the next person to try to attack her from behind?)

A loud "whush" from the tranq's barrel, as a bunch of screams echoed from the civilians in the tent. The force wasn't exactly enough to do much to Athene, but it did catch her off balance and in mid sentence, as the needle hit her skin and richocheted off to the back of the tent. As she twisted, she fell to the ground, as the civilians were in a mix of shock and awe. One or two tried to lift her, but found that her body was heavy as lead, barely capable of picking it up, only successful in rolling her over onto her back.

"You shot her!" one cried.

"People, people calm down. It was just a tranquilizer, she is fine. I was simply sedating the woman. She was resisting arrest for acts of violence, and just broke a man's arm out side this very tent." As he explained the imaginary situation to the people in the tent soldiers appeared in the tent behind him. Aw s**t! David had to think fast this wasn't going exactly to plan. He turned to the soldiers as fast as he could with a smile on his face he pulled them in close so he could keep what he said rather private. "This woman attack a man just outside the tent then attempted to attack me when I asked her to come with me for questioning on the matter. I sedated her with this." He showed the men the gun. "See nothing. So if you would like to help me move her that would be great." Alright he was going way out onto a limb here, but it was the best he could think of.

(What would it matter if they saw his face?)

"All we saw was her walking in, and a loud bang, and then she fell to the ground. And look, no needle wound!" The men said, flipping Athena over as she groaned. There was nothing stuck in her back, as she picked herself up.

"Ach.... What hit me," she muttered.

"Poor woman has a concussion from the blast so close to her body, probably!"