You follow Tethong and De Silva outside, recognizing the distant roar of strike fighters at low altitude.
"They're dropping bombs!" De Silva shouts over the noise.
"No," you say. "They're just doing overflights for reconnaissance—nothing to worry about."
"Why are you telling us this?" Tethong asks.
"Because I'm trying to prove that I'm here to help." You nod toward the soldiers who are still training their rifles on you.
At Tethong's gesture, the rifles are lowered. The General walks off briskly, looking back over his shoulder.
"Keep the Terran with me," he says. "A different perspective might prove useful."
At the soldiers' prompting you hurry to catch up with Tethong and De Silva.
"Any insights into what the Astral Force is planning?" De Silva asks you. "Any suggestions for us?"
"They're worried about rebel ambushes in the town," you say, "and the troopers will be aggressively sweeping the streets before the vaccine is delivered."
"Typical," De Silva scoffs.
"Any recommendations?" Tethong asks.
You glance up as strike fighters roar overhead again. The presence of those fighters indicates a coming push by ground forces, you know.