Graves, who just handed one Alpha Hunter, received a transmission from Richard.
"Hmm…I can go, but the rest has to stay here," Graves responded, tossing the dead Alpha Hunter to the side. "The situation here is still worse than we imagined. Mutated zombies are everywhere and our forces are being stretched too thin…Eagle? Eagle are you still there?"
"I'm here!" Richard's voice came through the comm, strained and interspersed with the unmistakable sound of combat. Graves could hear the faint noise of blades clashing and the howling winds, and the earth sundering.
"Give me your Eagle coordinates, so I can respond to your location immediately," Graves requested, already moving to a safer spot to avoid drawing attention from nearby threats. "I need to make sure I'm headed in the right direction."
"I'm sending you the coordinates," Richard said, and moments later, Graves' HUD displayed a flashing indicator marking Richard's position.
