---INSERT COMMENTS HERE: I guess I really shouldn’t be showing you this…it’s just everything’s being moved to new memory units…I just wanted to make sure this wasn’t lost in the transfer. Damn…now that I think about it, I could go to jail for this. The Office of Naval Intelligence is getting more and more paranoid by the day. Speaking of ONI…here’s my problem. They turned me into something else. Inhumane. Casualties are only numbers to me. Casualties. What kind of word is that? There is nothing ‘casual’ about this. In fact, there is nothing about this. Billions dead. A world reduced to glass. Just empty space now. I asked xCENSOREDx if I could do a quick recon/rescue search of Reach with my Prowler. He didn’t want to waste the time, fuel, and firepower. Instead, he looked me straight in the eyes, completely convinced- “There is nothing left.”---

---SUBJECTS: 1 male (Alan McGlowsy), 1 female (Samantha Hamner)
---REPLAY RECORDING---

***Phone Ringing Tone***
Samantha: “Come on, dammit, pick up…”
***Phone Ringing Tone***
Samantha: “Oh my god PICK UP THE PHONE!”
***Phone Ringing Tone***
***Click***
Alan: “Hello?”
Samantha: *sigh* Thank god you-“
Alan: *yawn* It's friggin midnight, what-
Samantha: “LET ME TALK!”
Alan: *taken aback* “Whoa, sorry didn’t-“
Samantha: *rushed* “We’re under attack, we gotta get-“
Alan: “Hold on a sec. Under attack?”
Samantha: “Yes, under attack! We gotta leave now!”
Alan: *calmly* “Take it easy, the Insurrectionists aren’t much of a threat. The UNSC will-”
Samantha: “They’re not Insurrectionists.”
***pause***
Alan: *confused* “What? Wait, but that means-”
Samantha: “Yes.”
Alan: *confirming* “Covenant.”
Samantha: “Came out of slipspace fifteen minutes ago.”
Alan: *stunned* “How many?”
***pause***
Samantha: “All of them.”
Ambient: *Air-raid siren*
***Dial Tone***