It was a matter of luck that he had heard back from [i]Flightless Duck[/i]. He'd been sent on a small mission with Falcon only days ago, and had spent hours upon hours worrying the shit out of William. The man had a plan, and spent hours upon hours of his combat deployment intercepting many intelligence files linking to a slight increase of PFs located within the Afghanistan lands. In all seriousness, only William knew about Falcon's deployment within Afghanistan, as no one else were to be sent there. There wasn't really a reason to be sent into such a country with no reasoning. The only thing there were PFs trigger happy on civilians and National Militarised Units. What a strange world, for what was claimed to be an age of piece. Once the plot of Cypher had been stopped brutally by the forces of the Diamond Dogs, it was almost certain that nothing was ever going to be repeated on such a large Operational Scale. Having served within the Old Diamond Dogs hunting down rogue members of Cypher planning on reuniting their forces, William had seen a lot to do with this. He may of played a small part, but any part was good enough to actually make a difference, having two Officer's heads on his list. Those were ticked off, yes, and that gave him a respected place on the Newer DD Base. The mountainous region, built into and outside of the rural lands, felt rather beautiful. There were cautionary procedures where any nearby settlers had to be evicted or recruited in order to protect their secrecy, and it wasn't exactly as secluded as the location of Mother Base. Father Base was an all-time success, however. It was defended, it was stocked...it was advanced. As William thought about his home, the radio beside his sleeping furniture buzzed. He sat up slowly, slipping it into his grasp.

[color=6ecff6]"This...This is [i]Vigilant Sparrow[/i], message send, over?"[/color] He sat patiently, waiting for the cackled response to inevitably come through. As the sender had pressed his PTT button down, the sound of buzzing engines cracked through the speakers.

[color=0054a6]"Will'...How is it?"[/color] A nerved grin slipped onto William's face. Looks like he was back sooner and safer than he had anticipated. [color=0054a6]"I'll be back within 5 minutes, we are just circling Father Base's location. Seriously...I think Falcon is a rather nice guy! You should drink with him sometime."[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"I don't drink..."[/color] He reminded his comrade.

[color=0054a6]"Pfft...doesn't stop you at all. Anyway, I'll be off on my way. I'll meet you whenever I can get some showering done, that is a must do-first priority. You know that shit, right?"[/color] Nodding and sending his acknowledgement, his semi-friend silenced his radio. It wasn't as much of a friend, but more of his mentor. He says mentor as if it were true, but he was the Squad Leader of [b]Memphis 5-3-5[/b], a small assault team that were based on Mother Base. As of his knowledge, that group were disbanded now after a tragic battle scenario that had left the team crumbled. Back on Father Base, he was like a friend. His only relationship with William was of his superior, though rank wasn't ever really an issue with the Diamond Dogs. The only true friend he had was still on the field...he was still on the field. Garret asked him to go there...but...why?