Jack's smirk faded immediately. He grabbed the mic and started speaking into it.<br/>"Sear'nt," Jack began, "This is Corporal Hawthorne. I'm on a bird that is in-bound to your location, with me are my fireteam and we're packin' enough high-explosives to ghost any living creature on this rock. We'll be there soon, Sear'nt, you can bank on that!" Jack put down the mic and walked back out of the cockpit and decided to talk to his men. "We got trouble, boys 'n girls. Our boys've been ghosted and we may be all alone in this. I need you all to perform like you never have in your careers, because this is like nothing we've ever seen. We're meetin' Seargent Lightburn at the LZ, and it just may be hot. We're down and outclassed, that's a fact, but we have what it takes to make this thing regret it ever came into existance, and that too is a fact! Archaide, supply each person with two frags, Ulrich, supply each of us with two extra mags, sixteen extra shells for those with shotguns. We absolutely cannot afford to be down for the count should we lose you both." Jack turned to go back to the cockpit, then looked back and said, "We're all going home today, whether we're alive or not is entirely up to each of you... Get ready to drop, we're almost there..."<br/>Jack went back into the cockpit and picked up the mic again. "Sear'nt, we'll be there momentarily, get yourself to a spot where you'll have eyes on the LZ, but somewhere where you'll be out of the line of fire. We're comin' to get you Sear'nt, and then we're gonna make our boys deaths count for somethin'..."