You and fireteam 6 were currently in the briefing room. As usual, Pronto stood behind a table. He waited for everyone’s attention to be on him before he cleared his throat.

Probto looked down at his clipboard for… whatever was on there. Hell if anybody else could see what was on there. He read over it for a moment before looking back up. He spoke, placing the clipboard on the table.

“I'm not sure if this guy lost his mind, but that'd be rather believable.”

Aradus spoke up after Pronto finished.

“How'd it go? Is he our Zho?”

Pronto paused for a moment. He sighed, speaking again.

“He's not Zho, but we did learn something about his whereabouts.”