[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4139850][img]http://i.imgur.com/XetTf5b.png[/img][/url][right]When Troy flipped the radio back on, things were far from "quiet," but at least the lesbian baby-talk had stopped. In fact, something important seemed to be happening, so he lowered the volume on the CD player, even though "She Rides" was his favorite song on the record, and it had just started.

So that's the secret, huh?—unmanned Frames? At least Troy was right to realize something was amiss, bless his gut instinct. Whoever had sent them were military professionals, and they weren't stupid enough to throw such a force at an outpost like 22B, both larger and better-equipped. So where would the rest of them come from, while the defense crew were distracted to the east? The north, where a breach in the wall would lead to an open courtyard? Did they drill under the surface, or were they planning to parajump from an atmospheric pass?

Or maybe it was a test. They were being watched, their reaction times measured. Their dummy-plugs had proven successful if Cam and the others needed more than X seconds to respond. Something wasn't right, and whatever it was, the battle may not have been over yet.

"[color=54b9da]Nothing else is showing up on radar,[/color]" Troy said. "[color=54b9da]You guys pulling back? Over.[/color]"[/right]