"Forty two."
Adrian took the mic back, hoping the Slavers weren't listening. Hundreds of channels and both calls had lasted less than seven minutes total. Maybe they would get lucky. "Hang in there, Overloaded. Liberty and Justice will prevail."
"Roger that, Safe Haven. Cheyenne, out."
Adrian looked at his right-hand man, "It's yours, Marine. Hope for the best, but plan for the worst."
Kenn's eyes were confident, "We'll come and go like the wind."