Meanwhile, back in Ferm, Vincent and his team waited in the town hall for about eighty minutes.
And when that time was reached, Vincent pulled his radio.
"Shadow Actual to Reaper One, do you copy?" Vincent said, his voice calm but firm.
A moment later, the pilot's voice crackled through the radio. "Reaper One here, reading you loud and clear, Shadow Actual."
"Are you flying over the AO?"
"Positive, Shadow Actual. We just arrived on station, commencing overwatch now," the Reaper One pilot confirmed.
"Good," Vincent replied. "Begin thermal and visual sweeps. Report any anomalies or potential threats immediately."
"Roger that, Shadow Actual," the pilot acknowledged. "Commencing thermal and visual sweeps now. We'll keep you updated."
Vincent lowered the radio and looked at his team. "Once the Reaper sweeps the area and finds it clean, we are going to summon the armaments. For the meantime, we will again."
