A bemused smile spread across Duncan's face as Freya stumbled over her words. **'I can deal with close combat if I have to, but I'm not so... spry as some of you young ones. Besides, three bullets to the face can take anything down, anything at all, faster than a sword can.'** He paused at the entrance to the comm room, giving her a slightly saddened grin. **'And I do enjoy me some female company, even if the only ones I ever get are untouchable...'** Whatever reply Freya might have given was cut off by Syrus' introduction, saving him a bit of effort. **'Well, aside from Syrus and Xerox who you've met, we have... well, I suppose we have quite a few names to share. Once we've got the contact sorted, I'll pull everyone together for a meet and greet; I'd like to talk to everyone anyway.'** He wasn't able to reply to Syrus' question, partly because he simply didn't know but mainly due to the intercom crackling to life. _Not bad timing,_ he thought dryly. _Right on schedule too and with the correct passphrase._ She sounded a bit young though... As Duncan reached over to answer, he was barged out of the way by Syrus; clearly he knew their contact, which could be a disaster if it meant an intel leak. **'Syrus.'** Duncan placed one hand on his former student's shoulder, giving him a meaningful glare. **'May I remind you of a certain something called operational security..? Stand aside a moment.'** Stepping past his errant subordinate, Duncan pressed the intercom switch and gave the pre-agreed response. **'Bitebugs come from all over this time of year. Door code is Alpha-three-three-seven, come on down'** Shutting the intercom off, Duncan took a heavy step back to look Syrus dead in the eye. **'... Well? How the hell do you know our contact in the _Galbadian fucking Army?!_'** It would only be a matter of seconds until the contact arrived, but he wasn't about to let something this big go.