Then a soft beep chirped from the console mounted beside Aiden. He didn't flinch—just reached forward and tapped the green-lit button. The speaker crackled before a voice filtered through, a little garbled by road hum but recognizable.
"Sir," came the young recruit's voice over the speaker, a little fuzzy with static. He was the one driving their RV, and though his voice trembled slightly, it carried the crisp professionalism of someone trying hard to do everything right. "We're about to cross the last marker of the cleared zone. Another three to four kilometers over the ridge, and we'll be past the last transmitter."
Aiden clipped in his low voice. "Understood."