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         Freya continued to monitor the radar display while the turret did lookout duty on her behalf. Two blips came into range. Looked like their scout was being tailed by someone. Hopefully shouldn't be too much trouble; they knew how to look after themselves. The woman looked up just in time to see an unknown outsider literally walk right into their camp. While the stranger was being held at sword-point, Freya's robot wasted no time in priming the machine gun in case this individual turned out to be hostile.

As the sounds of the distant vehicles' engines could be heard, Conner started giving out the usual interrogation, although Freya couldn't help but roll her eyes in an irritated manner at that "Swiss cheese" line. Seriously, the man had a plasma sword and an auto-turret pointed at him. Threats were rather superfluous at this point, Freya thought. Still, was this guy working alone, or were there others around?