Ana is working desperately at her console. On the screen, a single orange line glows weakly.
"Big Red was too clever for it," she says. "I've detected a part of his signal cycling through the buffer. Problem is, I don't know how to get it out. Not much can safely hold a Warmind."
She picks up a fragment of Rasputin's shattered shell from her desk and rubs her thumb over its silver traces.
You hear the muted thud of Cabal drop pods outside. Ana looks toward the sound wearily.
"I need to figure this out. In the meantime, could you ask the neighbors to keep it down?"
She gives you a grateful nod and turns back to her console.