He tapped to the next channel.
"North team, any contact with East?"
"No," came the reply. "We haven't heard anything since they moved into position and located the Phantom Voice."
The southern leader frowned.
That wasn't good.
H'Gael was careful.
He wouldn't just go dark unless something was wrong.
Then, just as he was about to say something, the comms crackled.
It was the north team again, but the voice was broken, and rushed.
"We're—ambushed—s-someone—"
The transmission cut.
The silence that followed was heavy.
"…You all heard that, right?" the south-side team's leader said quietly.
His second-in-command nodded slowly. "They said ambushed."
One of the younger warriors leaned forward. "Could it be… that thing? The Phantom Voice?"
"No," the commander muttered. "Phantom Voice can't move this quickly. It should still be near H'Gael's. Someone else attacked the north team. Whoever it was had to be fast and skilled enough to sneak up on them."
"….Could it be a human?"
