Kyle was just coming into the command room when the general's message arrived. He stood patiently, his eyes drawn to the bulk that was Frankie standing in front of the console. He listened to to the reply and was unable to suppress a laugh. "No offense sir, but you look like you'd qualify as a L.A.V. yourself." He brought his hands up and linked his fingers behind his head, leaning against the doorway through which he'd entered the room.<br/><br/>"Go out, clean up a few pests, and then throw up some sentry guns to prevent said pests from coming back. Sounds a little too mundane for an outfit like us to be handling."