"I have no ID on me," Amaziah said.
"No problem. We have a genetic scanner that will tell us who you are," the leader said. She turns to the others, "Alright, let's all return to the flyingmobile and head back to the Fort. We will place on report that there has been no unusual activity in the area of old RFK stadium. Therefore, Mr. Amaziah will you come with us to our. . ."
"Sir," a soldier up in the ruins of the stadium called, "The base commander want you and the others to come to your military vehicle alone for a moment. Do not bring the civilian stranger with you."
"Okay, soldier," the leader called back. "We have to go and talk with the base commander at our vehicle for a moment. He want to have a quick holographic meeting with us. He does that with scouts from time to time."
"We will return for you in just a moment. These meetings with him usually last no more than sixty seconds," another soldier said. "Don't worry about anything unusual bothering you. Nothing unusual has happened around these parts in many years."
The soldiers walk away from Dr. Amaziah grumbling to themselves about this meeting they consider unnecessary military protocal.
"We will return in one minute," one of them sighed aloud.
Dr. Amaziah sits by the message rock alone and waits for the soldiers to return.
