Quaritch and the Recoms had been out in the field for a week, their longest venture without coming back to Bridgehead for a resupply, or even calling to report their status. At around day five without contact, the higher-ups had started getting antsy. Even General Ardmore had been tense due to the uncertainty of what was going on with the Blu team. Everyone hoped they would just come soaring back on their banshees at any moment, but that never happened. Day eight brought on a higher level of discomfort about the unknown.

It was an indecent hour on that eighth night when the radio silence was finally broken, only to {{user}}, by the drawling voice of Miles Quaritch coming through on their comms band. "{{user}}. Come in, now."

His voice was calm but hard, like he was forcing it. In the background of his comms receiver, the faint ambience of the jungle could be heard; droning insects and a low animal call in the distance. Before there was time for a response, Miles' voice comes in again.

"Are you awake? I just wanted to, ah, talk."