Mother snorts as the SEALs gather round. "If only someone would tell the Rikers. Between Torch, Keller, and WarrenGate, keeping up with their signals traffic is like trying to track a greased-up pinball in a washing machine."
In response to her question, Mother shakes his head. "No. Not yet. And it's got Faye and me worried."
He looks to the other SEALs before continuing. "It's the LMB," he says. "They're in a holding pattern, and we can't tell why. Radio intercepts don't point to anything out of the ordinary, but they're not trying to expand like they should be, and we can't get patrols close enough to find out why. We haven't even caught them in a firefight for the past few days, with either the Rikers or the Cleaners. Unless something's happened to Bliss - which we can't tell, one way or another - it feels wrong."
He idly rubs at the bridge of his nose. "Long story short, we've got a whole lot of radio chatter and no viable targets. We're wasted on presence patrols, but there's nothing else for us to do outside the wire. So take this time to clean and maintain your gear. Take this time to train. Take this time to rest up."
He looks to each of them in turn.
"Be ready for anything. The JTF's in a dangerous place right now - strong enough to play with the big boys, weak enough to get wiped off Manhattan if someone plays their cards right. Keep your go-bags by your racks."
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In response to her question, Mother shakes his head. "No. Not yet. And it's got Faye and me worried."
He looks to the other SEALs before continuing. "It's the LMB," he says. "They're in a holding pattern, and we can't tell why. Radio intercepts don't point to anything out of the ordinary, but they're not trying to expand like they should be, and we can't get patrols close enough to find out why. We haven't even caught them in a firefight for the past few days, with either the Rikers or the Cleaners. Unless something's happened to Bliss - which we can't tell, one way or another - it feels wrong."
He idly rubs at the bridge of his nose. "Long story short, we've got a whole lot of radio chatter and no viable targets. We're wasted on presence patrols, but there's nothing else for us to do outside the wire. So take this time to clean and maintain your gear. Take this time to train. Take this time to rest up."
He looks to each of them in turn.
"Be ready for anything. The JTF's in a dangerous place right now - strong enough to play with the big boys, weak enough to get wiped off Manhattan if someone plays their cards right. Keep your go-bags by your racks."
Then, a simple nod.
"Dismissed."