Nolan looked back at the explosion. It looked a ways back, so he didn't make too much of it. He half hoped some of the zombies had been caught in it, but only half hoped.<br/><br/>"Sir, there's another transmission," Bob said, and then let forth a garbled message that made no sense.<br/><br/>"Bob, if you can't understand what she's saying, why do that?" Nolan asked.<br/><br/>"Target location is ahead," Bob said.<br/><br/>Nolan stopped the car and got out, slipping a flashbang and a can of tear gas in his pockets. He cheked his larger lower pockets and felt a couple of spare mags. He grabbed his M16 and stepped out.<br/><br/>"General Yat," He called out. "Captain Pryor. Who's the lucky lady?"<br/><br/>"There is a hostile in this area," Bob said.<br/><br/>Nolan raised his gun.<br/><br/>"Who?"<br/><br/>"Either one could be them," Bob said. "I need to be closer to tell."<br/><br/>((I'm not sure whether you guys have a plan, Baz and P&A, but I'm not going to interfere if you do and I'll leave the choice open.))((1))