"You? Three of you are going to get us back? What makes you think that a couple of people could succeed where an entire unit of Talons failed? What makes you think you can get through the number of enemies that we had to run from?"
Despite their faces being shrouded, Marcus could picture the expression of annoyance and anger that the Talons likely wore on their faces. It was understandable, since they were meant to be an elite force and were now being told that their saviours were a group that seemed incompetent, and not one of their peers.
