Back at the small military airport in the high desert, the unmarked jet that flew Jesse and his comrades out West sits parked near other military jets and tankers. The small pilot-less plane is also outside, sparkling in the sun.
Inside the main hanger, Jesse and the Major stand before a large electronic wall map, shaking their heads. Multiple areas of the map have a reddish hue, indicating that they have been searched from the air. But there remains a lot of area in light green – more ranch land, canyons and river basins not yet scoured.
A radar electronics technician, who has been peering tirelessly into his screen, suddenly calls over a superior. They look together at the screen, then peruse a piece of paper with handwriting on it. They start nodding, get up and head over to Jesse and the Major. They excitedly begin pointing at a particular area on the red part of the map.