He heard the radio static and the warped voice. Alexi gripped the receiver. "This is Mike Black Fox 0. Standby for SALT report, break." He looked to Chance and smiled, ruffling his hair. "We'll talk later." He then sat down in the chair next to chance and opened a piece of paper from his pocket. "Situation is as follows: 4,4, 32, 21, 40, 28, 27. Eyes are westward, buzzards are stalking, break...Awaiting you with open arms, Arrows are ready. Standing by for sitrep, over?" He waited for a response as it would take a few minutes or so for them to transcribe the code and relay it to their friends in Alaska, and vice versa. He just hoped that they remembered the code. He placed the receiver down to stretch his neck and to rub his weary eyes.<br/><br/>There was so much he learned in the military that complimented his scientific skills, he had to hand it to the Marines and Navy. Survival Skills and countless amounts of reading material at his disposal helped in creating the code they were using now. The numbers signified location, weather and other variables. The symbolism of the animals and objects symbolized and designated other variables. All he wanted to hear was that they were en route and arriving soon. Waiting for their guests had taken a toll on his mind. All he could do, however was wait and plan.