A Little Help
What was supposed to be a simple reconnaissance mission left young Agent Sawyer stranded among a hoard of what the team calls, for the moment, Prowlers. He ducked behind a crate and prayed none of them caught on to his presence then whispered with a slight sarcastic cheerfulness into his wireless–
“Tom here; Not to cause an alarm or nothin’–but I need backup–and fast.”
By and by, glancing around for a better escape route he spotted a humanoid figure heading his way–couldn’t have been another agent already, could it? Well, Tom didn’t judge the fellow’s pace and waved him over silently with a quiet and quick gesture over his shoulder warning him of the menace ahead.