"Spooky One to Overwatch Command," Roach's voice came over the comms—calm, clipped, precise. "All ground targets eliminated. Area is clear. We are RTB. Repeat, returning to base."
Inside the UAV Operations Center at the refinery, the overhead lights buzzed softly as the Reaper's thermal feed showed nothing but smoking craters, mangled corpses, and scattered fires where the horde used to be. Cruz reached for his mic.
"Copy that, Spooky One. Good work out there," Marcus said.
There was a short pause, then he continued..
"Overwatch Command to Eagle Actual, do you need continued support from the gunship?"
Thomas leaned forward at his desk, still watching the Reaper's live feed on his tablet. He brought the mic closer to his mouth.
"Negative. Spooky's mission is complete. We'll keep Reaper One-One in the sky to monitor the area. You're free to disconnect."
"Acknowledged, Command. Overwatch out."
As the channel cleared, Thomas keyed a direct line to the Reaper operator.
