No prompts used.
The scouts were already back. Or more like some of them were.
“They bombed us out of the water, sir,” one of them told. “We lost a squad.”
I knew better than to swear aloud, so I nodded. “Very well. If you’re not hurt, go file a report and get some rest.”
Seems like those bastards located this sanctuary. No wonder we’ve been cut off from supplies.
This is going to be a long day.