Message #17383

[Sir Modemkill, Cyborg!]

James's short wave radio goes off on his waist, it was the foreward lookouts "Sir, The assault group is back, they look pretty battered and covered in blood but otherwise not too many casualties" James reached for his radio and pressed the button on the side "Very well, take custody of the prisoners and have them placed into the holding cells in the basement" James was still mulling over the situation in his mind as he sat, drank and smoked.