[b]Warren, chatting with the lads through skype.[/b]
"Its a good plan and all... but a heckuva lot easier said than done, ma'am." He scrunched up his face as the smell of gasoline and burning bodies reached their position, tickling his nostrils as he stood up from checking on Howard. More than once he would've given up all the pudding that came in their rations for a fully encompassing helmet. There was nothing worse than the smell of burning bodies. Suffice to say, it smelled a little bit like chicken. "If you'll give me a moment, I'm pretty sure we've got some UAV's up in the air. Shouldn't be hard to tap into one of them with this little thing," he said, wiggling his tablet. He used his magic fingers to send out a signal, linking up with the drone that HQ was no doubt using. After a few seconds of pinging, an image showed up. detailing a map of the area. "You can thank me later when we're not sniffing roasted meat."

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How's that work as IC chatter? It makes sense to me.