"The White Ones block communications, your radio is useless." The man by Tearys responded just as curt as she had. "They can't be far though right? We can signal them."

He began to walk, gesturing for Tearys to follow as he went to one of the walls, finding a set of jerry-rigged stairs and climbing them to look out over the plains. Smoking remains of the dropship could be seen off in the distance. He grabbed a small gun with a large barrel, aiming it up into the air and plugging his ears, pulling the trigger. A burning mass of a green flare shot up into the sky. "Let's hope your friends are looking this way."