Yamato watches the dot on his screen, which isn't so much moving as it is just flickering in different places as a combination of interference and speed makes it impossible for the GPS to keep up.
He can't see what the wind speed is like in there, but he sees the radiation levels hit the target energy, and a few seconds later, he sees the strange radio signal flicker out.
"There," he barks, hoping that their own comm signal is strong enough for Barry to hear him. "Slow down, take cover, take a moment."
With nobody else getting in the way and keeping the security lockdown in place, Yamato works as quick as he can to get everything back up online and connected, working not at the console but at his wrist computer, with its Alternan tech and Koushiro's programs. Barry's vitals and suit readings appear first. Then, one by one, the CCTV feeds in the store start to appear.
"I've got visuals," he says, and gauges the location of the other men in the basement, all of whom are looking extremely disorientated now that the voice in their ear is gone and some gale force winds have battered them around. "Five guys -- three o'clock, six, nine, and two at eleven. They're confused and separated, you're fast, do your thing and then that's every hostile in the store dealt with. I'm disarming the security system now."
He glances at Barry's vitals, furrowing his brow. They're far from ideal, but Barry's in the home stretch now, at least as far as dealing with this trap goes.
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He can't see what the wind speed is like in there, but he sees the radiation levels hit the target energy, and a few seconds later, he sees the strange radio signal flicker out.
"There," he barks, hoping that their own comm signal is strong enough for Barry to hear him. "Slow down, take cover, take a moment."
With nobody else getting in the way and keeping the security lockdown in place, Yamato works as quick as he can to get everything back up online and connected, working not at the console but at his wrist computer, with its Alternan tech and Koushiro's programs. Barry's vitals and suit readings appear first. Then, one by one, the CCTV feeds in the store start to appear.
"I've got visuals," he says, and gauges the location of the other men in the basement, all of whom are looking extremely disorientated now that the voice in their ear is gone and some gale force winds have battered them around. "Five guys -- three o'clock, six, nine, and two at eleven. They're confused and separated, you're fast, do your thing and then that's every hostile in the store dealt with. I'm disarming the security system now."
He glances at Barry's vitals, furrowing his brow. They're far from ideal, but Barry's in the home stretch now, at least as far as dealing with this trap goes.