Nolan moved through the building silently. He was sweating. He wore a monacle and com, his link to Bob. So far, he was showing no targets, but they could have been in waiting. He was still on the first floor, he could still jet if things got tough. That still didn't put his mind very at ease.<br/><br/>"We have a transmission," Bob said into his ear out of the blue.<br/><br/>"Go ahead."<br/><br/>The message was garbled, but Nolan found it easy to understand.<br/><br/>"Shit." Nolan said.<br/><br/>"What is the problem? The message comes from a one General Yat, perhaps he is part of a larger command structure."<br/><br/>"Since when did you become one for wild hopes?"<br/><br/>"I don't understand."<br/><br/>"Nevermind, transmit back: "USAF, Airforce Special Weapons, Captain Nolan Pryor. I am thirty clicks south of city center in an abandoned building marked only with the word 'Nokia.' What is your location? Over."