you asshole! you hooked the wrong one! he crouches to examine lincoln. blood is blossoming from a wound on his shoulder, jutting from which is a projectile. the censor presses its base and it snaps loose of its unintended target.
j u s t a flesh wound. `hit his head pretty hard. possible concussion. t h i n k you can walk, buddy?
you see this? it'll get you past the lockdown. you're to report to the medical center. you understand?
yeah, no sweat, subject is secured.
nothing , sir. no sign.
a bird?! in this storm?!
ground team checking in.
the storm pretty much covered their tracks. we're scanning for thermals b u t the hotter it gets, the harder it is to isolate a heat signature. i don't know, sir, it's a big desert out there.
s i r , i've been trying to contact you. it's the ether.  something's wrong.
that's what i mean. we can't get through. the circuits are locked.
c o m m u n i t y - w i d e , sir. everywhere.