19Scott's blood ran cold as he stared at the forward feed. The Red Battlenaut, which had been storming toward him, suddenly stopped in its tracks.
A voice filtered from the speaker in the cockpit, electronically altered beyond any hope of recognition. "Hello, Corporal Scott."
Scott glared at the image of the Red on the feed and said nothing. He wasn't about to acknowledge that the Red pilot had correctly identified him.
"That's right, Sol. I've been tapping your comm," said the pilot. "But I didn't need to do that to figure out your secret."
Again, Scott didn't respond. Instead, he glanced at Donna's vitals, which were still low and steady, then checked the squad's status via the topside feed. All five Diamondbacks were still shooting their Dragon's Breath flamethrowers at the p
