Rob was listening to Dr. Seris' voice, smiling. He wasn't sure if she was trying to calm him down, or herself. In any case, she was right: the moment she mentioned the brief report, a message came through on his monitor. He opened it and his eyes glanced through to the end of the list. The comm-tower of Bravo 3 settlement wasn't anywhere on the list.<br/><br/>"Our White Tower isn't on the list" he spoke into the intercom. "But you're probably right, they most likely just forgot to put in all the locations. You know how it is - they put someone in charge of Coordination, then the poor S.O.B. sneezes in the hallway and before you know it, half the staff is quarantined and the other half's neck deep into the mess. Missing reports, wrong orders, and nobody's got the key to the Server Room. I'll keep in touch, but I think we've got Code Green. Sergeant Rhodes out."<br/><br/>He leaned back again and crossed his fingers above his chest. "Computer!" he said.<br/><br/>"Yes, Sergeant Rhodes" the digital voice replied immediately. Rhodes liked the facility's AI. It never broke any regulations.<br/><br/>"Computer, run comm-link verification protocol."<br/><br/>"Initiating verification protocol of communication link status, sequence seven-dash-seven-one-five. Please stand by!" the electronic voice announced.<br/><br/>It was about to take 15 to 20 minutes, Rob thought while his eyes were completing another routine check on the security monitors. Everything looked good. He opened the line again.<br/><br/>"Hound Dog calling White Tower. Hound Dog calling White Tower; come in, White Tower."<br/><br/>Silence.<br/>