Captain Mitchell entered the briefing room with a lot of confusion and uncertainty. Not full sure of what was going on with this sight. It was so unlike anything he had ever seen in Starfleet before. He took a position before the older man who currently sat silently at the table. The Yoeman had started to turn and depart, having carried out her assigned task of delivering the new arrival to this meeting. "Yoeman," The Admiral called out, his expression still somewhat neutral if not grim. "Inside." He waited until she had entered the room with a slow walk of reservation in her steps. "This also concerns you." She didn't say anything as she stepped into the room and stood stiffly at attention. "Take a seat Captain." The Admiral hesitated for a moment. "This entire facility and its surrounding station is classified with the utmost security." "Understood, Sir." Mitchell nodded curtly. "I have been over your records and security classifications. I must say, for a captain, you have an impressive record and have been able to maintain a low level of attention to yourself, which is quite a feat to accomplish." "Not sure if that's a good thing or not, Admiral. It has hindered my ascension through the chain of command. Not to mention more lucrative assignments." "Then consider this that long awaited opportunity to make a real difference." The Admiral hesitated for a moment. "Assuming you accept the offer I am about to make."