My codec goes off. Good thing too. The dead silence in the helecopter was starting to get to me.
I pick up:
"Phera? Can you hear me?" A familiar voice came.
"Loud and clear," I responded.
"Good. This means your codec is online." He replies.
"...Scott?" I ask.
"What is it, Phera?" He responds.
"...I don't know if this is such a good idea..." I say.
"What do you mean?" He asks.
"...This mission... It feels like a trap..." I respond.
"I understand your concern, Phera, but... We haven't any other choice, do we?" He replies, "After all... As abandon as it should be, Shadow Moses island has been rather... Active, as of late."
"Can you brief me again on what I'm supposed to be doing here?" I ask.
"We're here to find out what's going on down there, Phera. Call it a hunch, but... I feel something's off." Scott replies.
"I'm here on an old man's hunch?" I ask, "That's reassuring."
"H-hey, I'm not that old!" Scott responded, "Anyways, yes, I realize that it's not