(Five years later, after the previous chapter, Cross and Hendricks are both on a dropship. They've both been operating with Taylor and his team for a long time)
Cross: How long have we been doing this now Hendricks?
Hendricks: Five years, give or take
(Cross shrugs)
Cross: Sounds about right. Do you ever think about where we're going next?
Hendricks: Nope. You know me. I just go with the flow...
Cross: Do you know where we're going next?
Hendricks: Singapore. One of my favorite places. Apart from all the ones I actually like. We've got an appointment with our new LNO inside the Quarantine zone
Cross: Oh yeah...This is a CIA op
Hendricks: Glad you remember. I hope you also remember how I feel about the CIA watching our every move
Taylor: Ah, they're always watching, Hendricks. You should know that. I think you're just getting grumpier with age
Hendricks: Very funny
WA Pilot: Coming up on our destination now
(Hendricks takes out a candy bar and starts munching on it)
Hendricks: Oh man... I can't even begin to tell you how good this tastes. After those nasty MRE's we were living on, this tastes like heaven
Cross: You know you could get a mod that makes everything taste good
(Hendricks quickly wolfs down the rest of the candy bar and tosses the wrapper)
Hendricks: Aw, if I did that, I'd never get to appreciate the real thing
(Hendricks tosses a micro missile launcher to Cross)
Cross: Nice cannon. Not fucking around are we?
Hendricks: Yeah, we got the cool new shit
WA Pilot: Alright, this is as far as we can go
(The side door on the VTOL opens as it flares in)
Hendricks: Alright, let's get to work
Taylor: On me
(Taylor drops out of the VTOL. Cross and Hendricks do the same)
(From the other VTOL, the side door opens up. Diaz, Hall, and Maretti all drop down)
Maretti: All squad members are accounted for
Diaz: Alright, you're good to go!
(The winslow accord VTOLs fly away. The group begins to traverse the terrain)
Hendricks: In this lawless shithole, we can actually feel good about our 'by any means necessary' mandate
Hall: When the full force of the storm hits, we'll be looking at 150 mile per hour winds
Maretti: Try not to get blown away
Hendricks: Kane, moving in to scramble the 54 Immortals' communication systems
Kane: Copy that, Hendricks. Afraid I'm gonna need you to make a pit stop along the way. The Immortals have already breached the Black Station. They're prepping a shipment for transport at the docks
Diaz: Is she kidding?
Cross: Why would the 54 Immortals attack a shanty town?
Maretti: Who the hell knows? They could've done it for fun
