The night was enough where anyone without any measure of heightened senses or someone not looking for signs would have missed the arrival of the Commander. He did not, and his eyes followed even as he remained in position further along in his own drop zone. He settled and waited, keeping an eye out to see signs that anyone else in the area might have noticed, but there was nothing. It was all too perfectly executed as usual.
When his communicator came to life in his ear, he reached up and turned down the volume before he formed any reply. There was something about that voice that settled him more than the idea of an upcoming mission itself. That was strange; he lived for the mission and nothing more.
His eyes continued to scan the area. "Soldier, reporting. I have visual on your drop point, Commander. Instructions?"
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When his communicator came to life in his ear, he reached up and turned down the volume before he formed any reply. There was something about that voice that settled him more than the idea of an upcoming mission itself. That was strange; he lived for the mission and nothing more.
His eyes continued to scan the area. "Soldier, reporting. I have visual on your drop point, Commander. Instructions?"