Located in one of the less densely populated parts of Kranagan, the building of Mobile Section 34 is not of a very impressive size - it's closer to a police station than headquarters for an important military division. At least there is a hangar for one helicopter at the back, and the close thin forest would probably be a good place for the forwards' training... forwards who, just like everyone else, have just recently became the members of the section, but who, unlike some, have not shown up at the first day of their new jobs yet. Well, it's still morning, they still have a short time till the opening ceremony - which will be probably the first time most of the section's members will see each other.
Inside the building's main hall, where the ceremony will take place, currently there is only a single person - a tall and rather thin man in the TSA's uniform, somewhere in his thirties or fourties, with short green hair, kinda spiky and strangely messy for a military officer. He's sitting on a chair, his head thrown back and face covered by a book entitled "Literature of Earth - late reneissance". He's apparently asleep.
(No, Section 34 is not named like this because there are other 33 sections currently operational. The numeration is just weird.)