"I'll do my best. It's a warzone out here," Brady said. "My time is up. I can't risk being on this channel too long."
"Take care of my girl."
"I will. Brady out."
The viewer turned off, and he pulled his suit back on. The eight-hour ordeal to get there was worth the ten-minute conversation. At least he'd confirmed that whatever secrets Lana had were well worth hiding. He replaced his weapons around his body.
"Brade." Dan's breathless voice came over his net.
"Yeah, Dan."
"We're leaving now." The grim note in Dan's voice made Brady quicken his movements.
"What happened?" Brady asked.
"I had a gut feeling that we needed to leave. Thank God we did. Someone ordered a strike on us. Most of the camp was gone already and all the important stuff airlifted this morning."
"You all right?"
"Yeah. The girls are fine," Dan said.
"I'm on my way to the hard site." Brady chuckled and strode from the communications center. "Send me your coords."