The Sergeant gave one affirmitive nod and left the two alone, calling to his lads in that same tired voice to meet him at the back.  It didn't take long for the crew to find and get onto the roof, and while Sgt Fallon knelt to set up the radio, the three Corporals fanned out around the roof to get a better look at the streets and buildings surrounding Toby's hideout.<br/><br/>There was little to see, but it was clear the garage was well set up, all things considered.  Few Infected were lingering within sight of the building, and they were the roaming sort that would eventually wander away only to be replaced by others that aimlessly wandered the city.  As long as they didn't do anything to really draw their attention, there would be nothing to worry about.<br/><br/>It didn't take long for Fallon to get the radio set up, three meter whip antenna wobbling about as he produced a tattered field message pad from a ziplock bag, and scanned over the carefully detailed radio frequencies and encryption settings that had been in use around the time of the Evacuation.  Anyone still sporting a military radio would most likely be on those channels.<br/><br/>So, just as Nathan, Rainie and Adrian were enjoying an oh-so-tasty breakfast of goop and candies, the radio Rainie had acquired, and even Nathan's larger unit, would start squaking and crackling with static and a barely audible transmission cutting through the static.<br/><br/>"...callsigns and civillian survivors.  This is Sierra-India-Tango-One-Alpha.  We are carrying...Panacea...Pier One, South East end, Brooklyn Bridge...1600 hours today.  ...come in...friendly callsigns..."