As Silverwind reached the command trailer, in formation with the others, he listened in as they spoke on the squad network. As expected, everyone had picked up on the unusual and abrupt end to the exercise. It would've been hard not to, of course, considering how soon and sudden it had stopped, after all. 
"Yer not wrong, team," he replied. "Ah reckon there's prolly somethin' more'n we're seein' here, an' hopefully we'll get some insight in this debrief. An' if not, I'll do some snoopin' an' see what I can find out. Ken, land with th' rest of us here, th' debrief applies to y'all as much as any of us. An' I dunno, man - mebbe we coulda, but I reckon it woulda cost us our GEARs or a few of us woulda got zeroed tryin'. Either way, it'll be different when we're in the field an' that's fer sure". 
Shutting down the [i]Harlock[/i] after putting the GEAR into a crouch, he opened the hatch. Unstrapping himself and removing his helmet, the vulpine climbed out and perched on the shoulder, patting the machines' head affectionately before fishing a cigar out of his load-bearing vest. Tapping it out of the metal tube, he re-lit the stubby cigar and took a pull, sighing as the rich taste filled his muzzle. He glanced over to the others as they arrived, waving to them as they came to a stop around him.