"<em>Finally,</em>" the man replied, exasperated.<br/><br/>The commander nodded, and returned the salute, lips pursed to, likely, keep from making an inappropriate comment.<br/><br/>"Three hundred and forty-seven larvae-class fragments, currently inhabiting humanoid hosts in a nearby village. They don't show on<em>scans</em>because those devices couldn't pick up a behemoth if it was right in front of them! I also suspect, but have no proof, that there's an infestor, buried deep underground, hibernating and hiding its signal until the larvae hatch. Given what I know, we've got about... ninety three minutes left, until they hatch, and all of these idiots are food for the next brood."