Frost silently grumbled as he shifted on the building's rooftop, trying to use the line of their crash as a way of figuring out where the locusts could be coming from. Sighing beneath his helmet,  Derrick quickly peered down towards his teammates as he heard the comm line fire up with James' question.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: SlateGray">"So far...nothing..."</span></b>He gave another sigh, lifting his snub pistol and began attempting to trace a path through the air, much like he tended to do when tossing grenades, from the downed, still smoking Raven. Tapping the roof's edge idly with his free hand, the gear could make out pieces of debris littering the ground, along with bits of Nemacyst remains.<br/><br/>As he was about to continue his sweep, Frost caught sight of something moving from the corner of his eye. Going still for a moment, he lowered his gun and squinted behind his helmet, a slow smirk forming on his face as the figure continued to move, and was joined by several more of the large, lumbering figures.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: SlateGray">"Scratch that, folks. I've got locusts up and active closing on us from the South-South East...they're taking their time getting here too. Probably figure we ate it on the way down. SO.....if I can be so bold, I suggest we start setting up a nice surprise for them..."</span></b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>