"Listen up, you dumb apes!" Drake barked. He meant it in the most affectionate way possible. "We've just gotten word from the [i]Autumn[/i]. We're hitting the hive at 1800 hours. We are to kill anything that moves, crawls, or spits acid, and then haul ass out before they fire the ship-mounted magnetic accelerator cannons. The base-- and probably a good chunk of this rock-- will be blown to hell. Those who fall behind are left behind. Am I clear?"