The four men stopped what they were doing when the Sergeant actually got a response on the radio.  Their receiver was powerful enough to pick up off the simple hand-held radio she was using, and years of familiarity with the damn things allowed the four men to peice together what she was saying, more or less.  There was a moment of inactivity amongst the four, as it had been so long since someone had ever responded to their transmissions.<br/><br/>Finally, the Sergeant took up the handset again and managed a responce, "Four-Two, this is Sierra-India.  Signal broken but readable.  Mission objective does not allow for deviation from the Pier One rally point.  Is that location attenable to your group.  Over."<br/><br/>He often wondered why he bothered with proper comms protocols these days, but there wasn't much of his old life left to cling to these days.  A hint of the old days probably helped things seem a bit less broken.  The others went back to studying their surroundings, masked faces scanning windows and rooves as much as the Infected roaming the streets.  They had found one of the more advanced cases of Infected in the sewer under that very building; a sure sign there were more out there somewhere.