Though neither Hampus nor Arby's had the know-how to understand such eldritch things as "Pawns" or "override", Arby's fortunately left his headset on at all times. Though it normally filled the platoon's ears with uncomfortably-moist breathing, this time it just barely picked up what Clifford was screaming.

"Didn't catch that, Arby's," Jack Morgan spoke, "please repeat."

"I didn't said nuthin'!" Arby's Mcdonalds tactfully replied, "fuckin cowboy dickhead's yelling!" 

Jack Morgan sighed. Dealing with Arby's was always a chore, but he blundered into the mission objectives often enough to investigate whenever he said something. "Private Pious, please investigate what Private Mcdonalds has found."

Pious, himself no stranger to dealing with the terminally addled, nodded. "On it, sir. This had better not be a dead cat like last time, Idiocrat." Pious traced Arby's steps back to the Chief of Security's office, and noticed Clifford Nobles waving a stack of papers around. Deciding that he would be a better conversation partner, Pious approached Clifford Nobles. "Pardon me, sir. Do you have any new intel? My comrade has reported in that you were particularly excited by something."