The General has been quiet for a while. A good while, really.

Almost as if he were coming to terms with something. Maybe he was just really accepting that the Exiles were right, and Reed was, for the first time in forever, wrong...

...either way. Finishing the preperations, the old soldier leaps out of the ship, twisting to fire a quick blast from his rifle at one of the robot soldiers before landing with a smack onto the ground. "We gotta direction we should be goin'in?"