[h1][centre][color=004b80]Adam Jensen[/color][/centre][/h1]

	It was rather convenient, the timing of the call. Everything was starting to die down, and the sense of adventure and danger was slightly rubbing off of him. Bringing justice was something that usually only occurred once, and it was unlikely that even the slightest riot would've, though it could've, broken out in this day of age. As far as he enjoyed it, peace can be somewhat disappointing in the terms of doing your job. If you were in this position, you'd have done your job, and would serve little purpose. Having this opportunity, which he knew very little about, proved to be one hell of a chance to get back into the saddle. However, this was something slightly different to what Adam was used to, he had no idea what he was getting into. His whereabouts, his role...all just seemed a little too bleak for his liking.

	Adam Jensen looked from his window. The rural ground below him began to fly past quickly as the VTOL kept on moving. He wasn't so sure to even trust this whole mission area, as things seemed a bit skinny information wise. Perhaps another attempt to bring down the New-Age legend. Instead, he decided to call up the communications call to the man responsible for agreeing to this contract. Sarif, of course. Typing in the specific frequency code and pin number that allowed him to directly communicate to his superior. Soon enough, the voice communication, though mildly unstable, seemed to pop in within seconds.

"This is about the job, isn't it?" The voice was slow, not very excited to hear his field-operator calling in.

"Maybe if I got a [i]Little[/i] more information than [i]'You are going to do some stuff.'[/i] then maybe we wouldn't be having this conversation..." Adam said glumly. It was clear that this wasn't the everyday [b]'Shoot-A-Terrorist-In-The-Back'[/b] sort of thing.

"All I can say, from what [i]I[/i] know is that something is going on far-out where you are headed. Something about a transmission distress signal for help, asking for some of the greatest fighters and what-not. Who's better to send instead of the one and only Mr Jensen, ey?" There was no response. "Alright, that's all I know. The message didn't really send very well from the distance it must've been sent."

"So you didn't hear the entire message because of the distant frequency? Basically, this could be people asking for the greatest fighters to hunt down some sort of hospital, for all we kno-"

"Sceptic, as usual, I see. Try to relax, for once in a while. You should be there in about 10 to 20 minutes. For now, just watch the scenery go by..." The comm-link cut itself out. A deep sigh exited from his mouth as he sat back down, waiting for the arrival to the ever-strange world outside his own.