[Dark-F137]

"Sir." F137's voice would cut in through Tyber's-- And Cameron's -- comms. "I hear tell that we have captured a Trust officer?" He asked as he laid down the Marines he was carrying, with one giving him a thumbs up. He then began walking toward the armory, obviously ill-equiped from the encounter with Nova Team. He spoke as he did this. "I do not believe the Trust will allow such a... Valuable, resource, slip through their fingers. I'd suggest that we be on alert."