"Good to hear from you, Bastion One."
Hans replied and further scanned the Guardian APC's frame.
The four pairs of wheels were larger than those of his armored SUV.
From the hum of that engine came a subtle whistling, indicating the presence of a turbocharger.
The system didn't specify that?
Hans was confused but then understood that not everything has to be documented. Doing so would drown the panel with noise information—an irritating experience he wouldn't want to see again.
"Commander," Bastion One echoed in the comms. "Seeing your enthusiasm about our performance, why not let the infantry hitch a ride?"
"You're right," Hans's eyes glowed in excitement. "Kenji, Viktor, Callum, do you three copy?"
"Yes, Commander."
They all responded at once.
"Hitch a ride inside Bastion One," Hans ordered. "See if the experience is great. And Callum, get my backpack from the apartment. The reports are inside."
"Understood, Commander. On my way."
Footsteps echoed on the lot.
