He indicates a rather meek man in glasses, the only other person in the room besides yourselves. "This is Nick Colton. He's going to be your contact in the field--we don't want you coming in every day and making a report."
Nick stands up and nods to you all, pushing up his glasses as he does so. "I'm in Room 708 at your hotel. I will be staying there constantly from this point forward, and have a direct land-line to City Hall, which will be useful since we're jamming radio use. In addition to tracking the spread of the disease back to its origins, you might want to keep an eye out for organized efforts to breach the quarantine--while we expect some attempts to be made just normally by individuals or small groups who have had enough, it's likely that the people behind this--assuming it's not a Typhoid Mary, of course--are going to be trying to get infected individuals out of the city, rather than try to escape themselves. After all, going themselves means risking getting shot in the woods, but if they can spread the disease to other towns, the quarantine will basically be over, because there's no point to it."