It had been one hour since he lost contact with Victor-Four. One hour and eighteen minutes... Nineteen minutes. He let out a sigh, as his gaze fell from the holographic display illuminating the inside of the prowler's command center, his hand catching the bridge of his nose as he rubbed his closed eyes with frustration. "Sir. The situation outside is not getting any better for us. I advice we make for a safer---." "Distance. I know. But I think you'll agree, nowhere on this planet is safe at the moment. I just need you to stay focused on the channels." "Crystal clear, Sir."