The flight was ten minutes of full silence as there were no more bogeys in the area.
Adrian hoped that would be the case as another F-35 would mean they'll be shot down with no chance of defending themselves.
Moments later, the pilot spoke.
"Sir, I have eyes on Camp Humphreys," the pilot said.
Adrian stepped forward slightly, looking through the cockpit windshield.
At first, it looked intact.
Runways stretched across the ground, long and clear from this distance. Hangars stood in place, though some had visible damage. Scorch marks, collapsed sections, broken roofs.
"Sentinel Eye, confirm ground activity," Adrian said.
"Cold Reach One, Sentinel Eye," the AWACS replied. "Thermal readings indicate scattered movement across the base perimeter. Concentrations increasing near runway zones."
Ryan narrowed his eyes.
"They're there," he said.
Adrian didn't respond.
Instead, he turned to the pilot.
"Get on their air tower," he said. "See if anyone's still operating."
