John climbed into the driver's seat and donned his sunglasses. A pair of mirrored aviators that he had forever. He glanced at Sherlock and winked before starting the jeep.

They were off.

It was obvious that John was an expert at driving through the desert. He had done it numerous times before and had a calm demeanor that fell over him. It was only a six hour drive from the city to the area of base camp. And he was not in the least surprised to find it bustling already.

He parked the jeep and got out, looking for who might be in charge.