"Boss!"
Quickly ducking behind a wall away from the corridor of lead that they'd walked into, Cyprus pressed a finger to his ear and listened.
"What'd you find?"
"Injured civvies, and a couple leads on different black sites across the country. From what we could tell, there's one here further in town. We're cleaning up here and heading back to MEDEVAC the civilians, how copy?"
Sighing in relief, glad that they'd at least been somewhat productive, Cyprus grinned.
"Solid copy. Head on back, we'll do the same."
"See you in ten."
"Yep."
Releasing his earpiece, he peeked around the corner and fired off a couple of shots at the contacts, before gripping his radio again.
"Squad, we've recovered intel on black sites. Fall back to the field, we're going to orchestrate MEDEVAC on civvies, then a black site sweep to the town center. Guard detail, expect us in five."
He gestured for his agents to fall in, and they did so. They quietly bailed to the stairwell and began to descend, when Cyprus realized he hadn't gotten a response.
"I say again, Guard Detail, expect us in five. Do you copy?"
A few seconds passed with absolutely nothing in response. Expecting the worst, Cyprus snarled, pressing aggressively into his radio one last time.
"We've lost contact with guard detail. All forces return to field, and expect contact. We need those helicopters."
The three agents quickly burst through the street door at the bottom of the complex, and hightailed it back in the direction of the field.