Jack mengubah saluran radionya menjadi umum.
Click. Bunyi tombol ditekan.
Jack berbicara pada microphone yang ada pada radio komunikasinya. “Listen here guys, its better for us to split up and go on separate directions, team one to fifteen go for left side, sixteen to thirty stay on the middle, and the rest of us will take right side,” tandasnya memberikan arahan kepada mereka.
“Copy that.”
“Roger.”
“Understood.”
“Kay.”
“Yes sir.”
Masing-masing ketua tim mengiyakan saran yang diberikan olehnya, namun masih belum bergerak karena posisi John masih belum diketahui.
“First of all, we need to locate where the protector is,” sambung Jack kembali. “Did you guys know wheres the projectile came from?”
“Based on his wound, it feels like came from eleven thirty, three hundred metres.”
“Copy,” tukas Jack. “Christ come here,” suruhnya padanya.
Christ merayap mendekatinya.
“Did you hear him? Aim at that direction.”
“Kay.”
“How many projectile did we have?”
“Six.”
“Damn! We need more.”
“Guys, did you bring RPG?”
“No sir.”
“We had two here.”
“Anyone else?”
“Negative.”
“Damn, how stupid they’re!” umpat Jack kepada tim lainnya. “What you took from storage?”
“Few rounds of mags and MRE.”
“Grenades, lots of it.”