<strong>Aboard the Bastion, two hours after extraction.</strong><br/><hr/>Walter sat in silent and watched the gathered around the table. All of his own was there, excepting Yamina and Hiro, who were presumed dead, and Erich who was still getting patched up by their new doctor down at medbay. And then of course there were the three new additions. Seth Lengheardth, Megan Chang and Janos Ilyanovich Wu, out of which only Wu seemed to be at least content to be here. Looking around at the others he could see that all of them had one thing in common. They were pissed off. He looked over to the empty chair where Perkins usually sat. He would have to take the flak on his own this time. As such he cleared his throat.<br/><br/>"We had a lot of mishaps along the way. We have lost two warriors, one still struggling to overcome his coolant-poisoning. Comms were in the shits, as was the organization. The costs are amounting to a pretty steep slope already. It's a miracle we made it out alive."<br/><br/>He pulled a hand through his red hair which had sprouted some healthy colonies of grey in the last couple of months. His beard was even more so cropped with the grey menace.<br/><br/>"But in the end you all performed admirably. You sunk a whole lot of Phracts out there, took down a Pillager, crippled some Atlases and Ranna made it away with a Vindicator and two Trebuchet heads. You should be proud."<br/><br/>He felt a bit naked without one of Perkins' reviews in his hands. It was a bit reassuring to know that it was his words that would be critiqued, not his own. One could say he was a coward in that sense.<br/><br/>"Since Mr Perkins is indisposed at the moment, I don't have the exact numbers. But I think you'll all have a pretty hefty bonus waiting for you once he recovers."