“Mister Estayo! Mister Estayo! Something's coming!” Roused from his sleep by the girl's pleas for attention, Ensign Omaar Bradli threw off the thin blanket he'd been given to sleep under for the night. Motioning for the girl to hush, he made his way through the gloom of the Lower City warehouse where the unit had set up shop the previous evening to where Aurek Team's leader had curled up. Leaning in close, he whispered to his captain. “Sir, the Vao girl is back.” “Depends on what our little friend has to tell us, kid,” Omaar said instead. “Where to, Mission?” — — — — — — — — — — — — "Yes sir!"