As Jan fiddled with the Comms, Ryobi pulled on the backpack, ensuring everything was in its proper place. The lack of a response was disconcerting. "My phone isn't working either, but I thought the radios were on a different system. He's just not answering?" Ryobi inquired before wracking his brain. "I was hoping to gather more intel before approaching the Captain, but you're right. We have little choice, especially if he's in danger."

Ryobi checked his weapon, making sure it was loaded before tucking it into his belt. "Best case scenario, Cap is just busy and he'll call back. Worst... let's not think about worst. Either way, I ain't letting those assholes get away with this, if it's the last thing I do." His face darkened, an expression unlike any Jan was used to seeing from the usually easy-going Ryobi. In all honesty, this was a new sensation for him as well: pure, unadulterated loathing bordering on bloodlust. 

"Coming, Pryce?" Ryobi asked, his expression remaining. "This is gonna be something you don't wanna miss."