It had been a long few hours of waiting. Millie and Roger had been sitting discussing a new plan whilst the Big Bosses got someone to sort out the jammer that was affecting their radios. As soon as Roger had reported the issue Millie had found, they'd sent one of the Big Bosses round to the office to check the claim out. Luckily, it only took the boss a few minutes of investigating to fully agree with Millie's findings. Instantly, he radioed it in to head office and they had sorted an intense plan to get someone in to remove the blocker and free up the radio signals. The idea was that a brave soldier of elite team 'B' was going to sneak into the building, locate the jammer and remove it which would then bring back all radio frequencies and the ability for the team to contact the soldiers. This is why the duo had to sit and invent a new plan; Everyone had been trying to contact them whilst the jammer was around, which made them think everyone was dead, but what if they were all actually okay? Roger had to come up with a plan and quickly; one that meant the two of them could run through all frequencies and check how many soldiers were okay without any delay to make sure everyone got out alive quickly. He swirled the remaining coffee around in his cup before downing it, smacking the cup back on the table a little louder than anticipated. Millie had noted that Roger's hands were now jittery but she wasn't sure if that was from the nerves of getting this plan right or the fifty coffees he had drunk whilst she'd been working with him for these few short hours.

"We're going to have to unplug all the headphones. If we alter the frequencies on each of the radios so each one is designated to one soldier, we can shout one solo message out and listen for any noise. Anyone who answers will be louder than the background noise so it should be obvious." Roger said as he doodled on a piece of paper he had in front of him with a black biro. It had nothing to do with the plan or anything going on at the moment, but doodling was something he always seemed to do when he was either bored or stressed. His normally pretty talented drawings had taken a turn for the worst recently and that was purely from his caffeine intake. Roger knew he was pushing it, but nothing seemed to be more comforting to him right now than punching a number into the coffee machine and hearing the satisfying noise of the milk frothing and the coffee drizzling out into the disposable cup. Today was one day that he really wished that noise was on demand for any time he was getting stressed, hence the coffees that were nearing double figures.

"Let's do it." Millie said, shooting to her feet and causing the chair to scrape back along the floor. She grabbed her notepad and pen and rushed back to the group of radios she was working near before. She pulled the headphones out of each radio port and then got to work setting each one up to an individual frequency set to a specific soldier. She pulled some sticky notes from a drawer and peeled 10 notes off, sticking them on the table beside each other as she wrote each soldier's name on one. Once the frequency was set up, Millie stuck the relevant name on top of the radio. This was the quickest way for them to determine who was who from their voice. It wasn't the most complicated of plans but they knew they had to have their wits about them to make sure they got every survivor out of that place.

"Millie, if you do hear one, plug your headphones back in and get as much information from them as possible. I'll keep listening for other survivors. We can then sort out the best route for their extraction." Roger said strongly, finally feeling like this bad day was not going to get any worse now. Without Millie on the team, they would never have known about the jammer so he knew he had to thank her greatly but this would have to wait until they had safely got everyone out of the building and in a helicopter to come back to base. He reckoned the drug lord had planned it like that; made sure that the gunfire had been the last thing we heard before they turned the jammer on, stopping them being able to contact each other or us. If they'd all fled in different directions, they wouldn't be able to reconvene at any time without speaking - meaning each and every one of them was a perfect target. This was terrible but just went to show how clever and forward planning this drug lord was.

"Sure thing, Boss." She nodded, a hopeful feeling finally hitting her. They had spent hours sifting through all these frequencies all day when a jammer was blocking everything. She couldn't help but wonder if more soldiers were alive in the hours beforehand but had since been left and may have been killed in the hours since the jammer was fitted. The last thing everyone had heard was gunfire and everyone's mind had been set on that, forgetting that the radios should still work unless they were shot through. Somehow Millie doubted this drug lord's team were the perfect shooters everyone had assumed them to be.

From across the room, Roger's phone began to ring loudly as it vibrated across the desk. Roger shot towards it, pulling it towards his ear just as the sound died off. He was clearly angry at himself for missing the call but this was short lived as a message popped up on his phone straight afterwards. Roger looked down at his phone for a second before looking straight back at Millie.

"It's time." He said in a half excitable, half dreading tone. Millie nodded straight away and quickly turned on every radio, setting them to loudspeaker. Roger rushed to her side, hands now more jittery than they had been all day. He took a deep breath in and out before he spoke.

"Elite Team, this is base. Come in Elite Team. Do you copy?"

An agonising silence took over the room. Although the background noise from the radios could be heard this time, it was quickly ignored by the duo as they waited for someone to respond to their call. Millie and Roger barely breathed as they stared at each radio, desperately praying for at least one person to respond. Agonisingly, every second felt like an hour as the silence continued, dashing all their hopes and dreams.

"Elite Team, this is base. Come in Elite Team. Do you copy?" Roger repeated himself in one last attempt to magically find survivors to something it now seemed pretty obvious didn't have any. He turned to Millie and put a hand on her shoulder. "Well at least we tried." He sighed as their bodies slumped in unison, swallowing the sadness they were feeling. It felt like they had failed the task. All they wished for was one or two survivors, not miracles. Why had this happened? As they turned on their heels to start collecting their things, a sudden breath caught their attention. Millie rushed forwards and got closer to the radios, desperate to hear that noise again.

"Base, come in. This is Rex. What the fuck has been going on?!"