As Vicente and his men fled, the Defiant Tyranny headquarters was buzzing with frightened messages from three of the group's four outposts and from men following some of the enemy tracks.
"Reinforcements! Send reinforcements! The Third Battalion is in tatters! Our armory has been destroyed. All our defenses are down!" A worried voice came over one of the communicators in a room in the building that housed the group's brothel.
But other communicators sounded at the same time.
"Senior Lane is badly injured! Send medics to the Second Battalion immediately! We're practically on our own here, damn it!"
"This is Fraser! Send more men to my group. We're chasing a dozen enemies, but there are only three of us!"
"This is the First Battalion. We've been stolen! I repeat, we have been stolen! Our post vault is open, and Senior Spencer is missing!!!"
"This is a trap! Send men to Fourth Battalion immediately. We could be the next!"
