"Of course dear," Dieter spoke dismissively to Brooke, of course he supposed maybe one day she would actually shoot him, but he doubted it, she was rough around the edges, but a professional soldier. Still, he figured he might have to keep his head on a swivel when he got done with his rotation, Brooke was kind of like the Major in the sense that she'd try to kick some teeth in from time to time. His eyes caught the tree line, some slight movement in the trees, a small bovine looking animal moved into the clearing before skittering back into the brush. "Hang on, might have something," Dieter whispered into his comm as bird songs turned to shrill calls of danger, the cackling subsided just as quickly as it had begun, but still Dieter had his rifle up and his focus downsight in the blink of an eye. He panned his weapon across the treeline trying to see what, if anything had caused the disturbance. Nothing, but that momentary rush, like something might actually be happening on this damn rock had been all too fleeting in Dieter's mind. "Damn, nothing doing, just some stupid birds. Brooke, any luck with that comm, I hear you're into using backdoors and such," the childish bravado continued, there was a constant push with everything he said, partly because it was learned behavior from boot, where you're either hyper macho, or you get stepped on, and partly because he enjoyed pissing everyone off, if only to pass the time going back and forth with jabs. Rico was an especially fun target because he'd typically come back firing on all cylinders, or he'd run out of insults and resort to starting a fight. Sometimes it'd be with another unit, sometimes it be with someone else within Omega.<br/><br/>“This is Omega Squad. We request an update on your unit and their activities. Major Jameson demands immediate sitrep,” Brooke's voice carried over the comms, met only by silence. There was a crackle of static and then a thick, eastern european accent responded. "This is Kodiak Team, situation is nominal. We are maintaining a state of readiness to prevent any attempt on the mining site and its adjacent facilities. Maintain your perimeter and secure the star port and Colony. Over. We will contact you if any new pertinent information arises. Out." The comm went dead, and while their language was cordial, it amounted to nothing more than a polite "Go fuck yourselves and stay in the damn starport and mind your business."<br/><br/>Jameson snarled at the response. "Brooke, see what you can do, I want to know what the hell they're securing in that facility. I don't care how you get the intel, you get me?"<br/><br/>"Rico, get out of the damn loader and walk perimeter with Hendricks. Corporal Hendricks, you're leading a fireteam, check that treeline, I wanna make sure we're secure here. Anything happens to this star port and we're all shit out of luck. Well, Rico, what the hell are you waiting for?! Out of the damn loader and meet up with Hendricks, double time it soldier!" Major Jameson struck a pose like he was about to drag Rico out of the loader himself any second. "Kraeber, overwatch on Hendricks and his fireteam, watch the treeline."