Lieutenant Andra Irvek stared dumbfounded up at the KBRS broadcast. She blinked at the empty chair where Benjamin Giraud had sat just moments before, then glanced warily over to her superior. “Cut the feed, lieutenant,” Redmond Venter said quietly. His coarse voice betrayed no emotion as he turned his eyepatch towards the screen so he would not have to look at the empty broadcast room anymore. “Cut the feed and get a message out to all the advance teams. The operation is compromised. All forces withdraw to the panic RV points. Go dark, get out of the Inner Colonies and back to the nearest friendly space as soon as possible.