Usually, operations under the command of the commander were more than peaceful, sometimes even with his jokes over the radio. But this mission made even him tense up when, after a sudden series of shots, the connection was abruptly cut off.

"All Shadows, report. Any station, this net, this is Shadow 0-1. What is your status?" – Graves repeated several times into his earpiece.

He exhaled sharply and the wrinkle between his eyebrows became more defined as his eyebrows met at the bridge of his nose. His gaze was fixed on the screens in front of him, where the fuzzy picture from the video cameras was empty... and quiet.

"Goddamn it... Shadows? Copy?"