"Bob, take your squad to the command center!" In the outpost, the major in charge of command shouted loudly at Bob, who was resting: "There's a high-ranking official coming to inspect the front line, and they've chosen our location. You need to ensure that official's safety."
Bob stood up from his chair, his power armor was parked on a nearby rack, being inspected by a technician.
Hearing what the major said, Bob curiously asked him, "A high-ranking official? What kind of big shot would come to the front lines, such a dangerous place, for an inspection? If we're going to ensure his safety, what about our combat mission? We still have a sortie to undertake today!"
"Your sortie mission will be handled by Team B. Now, take your men, gear up, and head to the command center!" The major didn't want to waste words with Bob, merely issuing his orders.
